Today felt like a small turning point. After the lawyer left, I sat quietly for a moment and realised just how much I had shared — about my youngest son not replying to my messages, about wanting to see my granddaughter, and about my hopes for independence and having my own place. It was a …
People talk about supported living like it’s a last resort, but for me, it was a choice — a deliberate step away from a path I knew too well. When my brother died, something inside me cracked. Grief has a way of pulling you back toward old habits, old escapes, old ways of numbing the …
This is what Edge AI stated to me today. I’m getting into writing my autobiography and poetry. To bring you up to date: I fell over twice last night, I wasn’t drunk, it was early in the morning and I think it was hypotension. Stress, this supported living situation isn’t working out well. My brother …