Two puzzles
Category: #IAMWHOLE
Five Christmas stories
I was asked, a few days ago, what was the best Christmas present I had ever received.
On World Mental Health Day
#WHOLEHOUR
Have you ever traced back your steps in slow motion, rewinding each act of the day one by one, only to discover in bewilderment that your ‘usual’ day was in fact quite remarkable?
This post is for you.
My wake up call came at 1am, that is, one o’clock in the morning. Continue reading “On World Mental Health Day”
On how I met my husband
featuring #IAMWHOLE
As a teenager, I was a recluse. I read – a lot, played Atari on my brand new home computer (do you remember those two-dimensional computer games that would take an hour to load up, once a cassette would be inserted into the separate player?).
I enjoyed music. I methodically listened to my dad’s entire record collection and later on played some of those pieces (badly) on our upright piano.
I also loved to walk and talk.
On football and the only World Cup game I have watched this year
‘I often lay awake at night and look back at my life in wonder.
I am married, I have a family and I have changed jobs 5 times, because I wanted to. I feel like I have only moved up.
If my mother had lived to know this, she would find herself in disbelief, but proud. Continue reading “On football and the only World Cup game I have watched this year”
On Grete and her half of the story
featuring #HALFTHESTORY
I can’t take it off. I have tried and I’ve tried, but it’s too late now, it is stuck to my face and there’s nothing I can do about it.
It’s not gilded, it does not shine, nor sparkle, nor wow. It is not colourful; although it does have a beige tinge which I quite like.
On drawing a line
featuring The OLLIE Foundation
**Trigger warning: This story mentions suicide.**
On the artist
featuring The Green Ribbon Campaign
* This is Jimmy’s story. A story of mental illness, stigma, ambitions and finding peace*
‘So I’m supposed to tell you my story, no guidelines… That’s going to be hard! I do not know where to start.
My father passed away when I was ten years old and I was brought up by my mum and my two older sisters. They moved out of home and I went into boarding school for a while. My father had been my best friend. Continue reading “On the artist”
On Love
featuring #IAMWHOLE
I first met Ania 13 years ago.
She was fifty years old, she had the bluest eyes and thick short hair. We never spoke much. Back then, we each spoke different languages. She liked to sit in her chair by the window, in the tiny kitchen, with a permanent coffee in her hand and sometimes a cigarette. I often stayed in the kitchen with her. I would take pictures and listen. Sometimes I would wash up. Ania loved to cook but hated washing up. Continue reading “On Love”