I’m angry. Really frickin’ angry. This isn’t like me at all – usually any anger I feel is self-directed and turns into loathing before I can recognise what it is. Today I’m a maelström of rage and frustration. Get me. On the ‘About’ section of my Twitter and Facebook pages I write: “I’m supposed to … More Welcome to the sharp end of austerity.
In my last post I wrote about how many of us are living with the wrong story, blaming ourselves for life’s cruelties when really they’re not ours to take responsibility for. I also wrote that I’m luckier than people who are still owning these untruthful versions of their life. In the past week I’ve wholeheartedly changed my mind. … More A writer’s prerogative.