Category: Family
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My Mother.
People have plenty to say about my mother. Are they right? Maybe. But do they need to put it across in such a harsh, cruel way? Not at all. I know what she was. I know where she went wrong. I know the ways she failed me, the times she put me in harm’s way.…
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Bottom of the Barrel.
People use the term “working class,” but growing up, I didn’t even feel like working class. I felt worse, like I was at the very bottom of the barrel. A junkie’s rejected daughter, My mum and stepdad never worked (until later in life), they claimed benefits for as long as I can remember. Even though…
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HAPPY NEW YEAR, you bunch of legends!
Blimey, I’ve been up and down like a f**king yo-yo. Feels like the last few blogs I’ve done were just one long, droning “woe is me” session. Blah blah blah, whinge whinge whinge. But let’s have it right, hand on heart, I’ve got a cracking life. My kids are top-notch. They’re gonna make bloody marvellous…
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My Step Dad the White Rasta.
Where do I even begin with my stepdad? Back in the 80s and 90s, he was a white Rasta, fully immersed in Rastafarian culture. He worshiped Jah, the Rastafarian term for God, a spiritual figure rooted in Ethiopian emperor Haile Selassie, whom Rastafarians revere as a messiah. My stepdad couldn’t have been more different from…
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Complicated Love.
I’ve been feeling a deep sense of longing for home lately. As someone from the North who moved South at 21, I’ve spent years adapting to a place that often feels foreign. My boyfriend is from London, and our children were born in the south, they have grown up with southern accents and culture. My…
Bipolar Mum Journey 