I feel great, but there's nowhere to go..

My visit to my hairdresser has left me feeling great. It’s amazing what a good hair cut can do to a woman.

But every where is shut. No cafe or pub to meet friends at.

My garden is full of life. My jasmine is full of buds, daffodils are everywhere, forget-me-nots, primroses, salvia, are all blooming.

Today has been sunny, but the wind has been cold. I long for it to warm up.

I’ve found myself in an episode of Friends. The one where Phoebe’s smoke alarm goes off. I managed t stop mine for 24 hours and then it started again. It is now buried under cushions. I can still hear it bleeping. No well ripped fireman has arrived though.

My pain is considerably less since my neighbours moved. I am so grateful. I no longer hear it’s awful noise and can leave my house and be in the garden without screaming in pain. It is heavenly.

I’ve been made an editor for a publication on medium.com. But since the guy publishes everyone who submits, I’m feeling very redundant. It’s a strange set up.

Today is three years since my Dad died. Last year was the first time I felt able to grieve. I still miss him so much.

Author: Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft. I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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