I went to University seventeen years ago.  To anyone who has just emerged slightly broken from Freshers week that must sound like a lifetime ahead. To those who share my forehead creases, well, they know it was only moments ago. It feels like a few months ago that I played British Bulldog at midnight in minimal clothing…

Me to he who helped create them, “we need to change the bed sheets today.” BB “why, did Daddy wet the bed?” (BB aged 3) Twin girl “mummy, when you decided to marry Daddy did you know he was so windy?”.    (Twin girl aged 7) Twin Boy “Mummy, does Daddy know how lucky he…

“And hold, 2, 3, 4.” “And jump; higher; HIGHER ladies.” Pain rips through my reddening body, sweat drips down my back nestling uncomfortably in my knickers, and I jump, pathetically but I jump. In front of me the gym instructor grins, unaware that I am moments away from death.  As I ‘grapevine’ across the floor…

It has got to the point where the pain is virtually unbearable.  My eyes water and my ears are filled with an anguish that is impossible to accurately describe. It has been going on for weeks now and no one can help me.  I feel so alone but yet I know I am not the…