Yesterday afternoon, while the pain was sharp and the room felt small, Lucy — the little black‑and‑white cat who doesn’t belong to me but somehow feels like she does — climbed onto my bed and settled herself beside me. She watched me with those steady, knowing eyes animals have when they sense something is wrong….
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.
Sunday Funny
When I was little in Kent, I used to play with and love an old ginger cat. This is my Sunday Funny. 🙂 This isn’t a one‑off incident anymore. About a week ago, I walked into my room and found a cat on my bed, cleaning herself like she’d booked a private suite. She didn’t…
Dreams, Fear, and the Shape of Memory
I’ve been thinking about dreams lately — not the soft, drifting kind, but the ones that feel like they come from somewhere deeper. As a child I had night terrors and hypnagogic hallucinations, the kind that blur the line between waking and sleeping. Fear was a familiar visitor back then, and it often followed me…
Arachnophobia
This wasn’t part of my portfolio for Unitec. This was made by me because I used to scream when I a child I saw Daddy Long Legs and Dad had to come and get take it outside. I remember my youngest son being scared of spiders, I let one on to my hand and he…
Poem from Unidays
Help, direction needed Come in, relax, join the conversation It’s a question of intent It is OK for us to say “I don’t know” alot. Love is it. It’s all about love Living in the QUESTIONS What questions would you ask? Why not reach out to anyone.