Friday, 28 October 2011


I have been gone for 96 days. A long time, no?

I have wondered, how shall I explain this? What little stories can I embroider with plausibilities and pretences? What moonshine can I paint, what tittletales can I whisper?

Post-birth trauma.
Anxiety disorder.
Panic attacks.
Postnatal depression.

When I started this blog, I wanted it to be honest. I cannot betray those hopes and dreams now in order to cover miserable truths. So there you have it.

And now we can move on from that place, as I sew my life back together, bake goodness back into our hearts, craft serenity back into our comings and goings, and wander back onto the path I was building before - a little different 'I', a little someone-else-ish 'I', hopefully a little better and more optimistic 'I'.

For I am determined that under the cover of this darkness, little gifts will come.


  1. Oh, I am so sorry to hear this, but glad to have you back. I have been wondering. Much love, and I hope the light shines soon xx

  2. Welcome back! I have been checking often and am so glad to see the bits of 'you' re-emerging. Well done...with love from a proud friend. xx


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