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Nov
06
Friendship Gallery
Dear Pals, I'm so gratfeul to everyone who's sent a piece of Friendship art. Thank you for your time, creativity
3 min read
Jul
22
What's distracting Sarah? #4
I think it's important to boot the idea of shame or failure associated with mental health, right up the jacksie. It's just chemicals in my brain that aren't at the right levels at the mo!
4 min read
Apr
04
What's distracting Sarah? #3
Anyway, here's another round up of stuff that’s grabbed my attention and kept me from doing the stuff that I should be doing.
5 min read
Apr
02
Counting the moments: a strategy for coping with depression.
I thought I'd share a strategy that I'm having a go at. It might be useful to you, it might be a load of bollocks. Worth a try?
4 min read
Mar
29
Depression can shove it.
I've been slapped about by depression since I was 14 and medicated most of my life to keep me on the straight and narrow. But very occasionally I feel it swooping over me and that's where I am now.
2 min read
Mar
29
What's distracting Sarah? #2
I’m fascinated by everything and don’t want to limit myself by sticking to rules. So here's this week's bag of tricks. Enjoy!
5 min read
Mar
21
What's distracting Sarah? #1
Here's where I share stuff that’s grabbed my attention. I have eclectic taste and I’m fascinated by everything (especially if I've had a couple of coffees), so I don’t want to limit myself by sticking to rules. For more shiny things direct to your inbox, please click SUBSCRIBE.
4 min read
Mar
07
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Feb
01
Becoming a different kind of woman.
She was beautiful, porcelain, serene. The body on the bed looked exactly like my Nan, but it wasn’t her any more. She was somewhere else. This was simply the vessel that had carried everything that she was.
3 min read
Feb
01
Offensively un-fuckable
I remember trying my hardest to tough it out that evening, but felt so ashamed to have considered, even fleetingly, that he, that anyone, might see me as a pretty girl.
3 min read