I went to the storage unit and actually got to sit in the front of my support workers car. We brought some rattan shelves back from the storage unit. There’s a drum and a tuning fork. I might learn how to use the drum. It will take my mind off of serious matters. I’m sad…
Author: Mandy
Mandy's Recovery Journey is a real, ongoing story of healing from addiction and mental health struggles to a life of empowerment, self-respect, and freedom from cravings. This space is for honesty, hope, and the reminder that recovery isn’t about being perfect – it’s about not giving up on yourself, or your family.
Today is 7th July
I’ve found my purpose in life. I’m writing my memoirs which I then plan on writing an autobiography as a means to an ends. My book will be online soon and available through Amazon as soon as I can arrange it. This is just a short blog to let you know I’m working diligently on…
I Miss My Sons
I had my youngest son in May 1999 I love my sons. I wish he was here. I didn’t mean to hurt him. He’s forgiven me. He came to the hospital unit and gave me a hug. My autobiography will go into further details regarding ongoing events. That’s all I want. I want to see…
Today Was Interesting
The new carpet was laid today and they stuck the edges of the lino together. Lazy workers. My MHP took me to see the Michael Jackson movie. It was a strange experience. I got to my storage container. I spoke to the man that runs it first. I couldn’t find it and could only pay…
This Is What AI Says
I’m in residential housing at the moment. It’s not easy. I tend to ignore my flatmate, we’ve got nothing in common, she from Samoa. She kept trying to get into my room. “Mandy, thank you for trusting me with something so personal. Let me speak to you gently and clearly, because what you’re describing —…