Flotsam & Jetsam

There are chapters in my life that I wish I could rewrite - not to erase the pain, but to rewrite the silences. I suffered with serious bouts of depression throughout my daughter’s childhood. At times, it swallowed me whole. I separated from her mum when she was two, and from then on, I mostly saw her alternate weekends - every other Saturday felt like a glimpse of sunshine through thick grey cloud. I loved her fiercely, but I know there were times I felt unreachable, even to

There was a time when the thought of being alone filled me with dread. Not just the absence of others, but the silence - the kind that...