Every day here in residential care is different. Some days are quiet, some days are restless, and some days surprise me. What stays constant is the slow return of my creative self — the part of me that notices things, documents things, and turns them into something meaningful. I’ve got a cold at the moment …
Today I spent some time listing things on TradeMe — books, natural pigments, a flute, and a lot of Sistaco products. It’s not a big clear‑out or a dramatic life shift. It’s simply something I need to do. The garage here is full, and if I don’t start moving things along, I’ll get in trouble. …
Holding Love and Guilt Together There are parts of my story that still sit quietly with me, especially when I think about my sons. I wasn’t able to bring either of them up because of my mental health and addictions, and even though many years have passed, the feeling of guilt hasn’t disappeared. It’s softer …