MissT From Breakdown to Breakthrough How It Started vs. How I’m Healing I didn’t start this blog because I was healed.I started it because I was breaking — quietly, violently, invisibly.Writing was the only way I didn’t disappear. I was exhausted. Shaking.Sitting up in bed at 2 a.m., tapping out poems with a phone light…

I Can’t Do This Depressive Shit Written by Tracey CooperPosted in: Life Every day, for twelve weeks, I’ve been going over everything in my head. How I never felt enough.Not when I cooked.Not when I cleaned up after everyone.Not when I played mediator between him and his kids.Not even when I helped him follow conversations…

Elsie Metcalfe nee Mason 27/6/1986 My Handsome, Her PoppitIn loving memory, 39 years on She called me my handsome, her little poppit,With love in her voice and pride in her pocket.Tall as I am, she was statuesque too,In house coats and pinnys of lilac and blue. She rose at ten, bed by ten, with prayers…

A new support page on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1BVKFemcAu/ A group called Surviving Mania: Reclaiming Me — for women who’ve loved someone through bipolar mania and lost themselves along the way.This space is for truth, healing, and support — especially for those who’ve had to mother their partner, navigate chaos, and are now trying to reclaim their…

The Story Etched in My Skin by MissT Some mornings… the mirror glares back, not cruel — just honest. A quiet accomplice to the things time has stolen. The lines around my mouth are roadmaps of survival. The girl I once was? Still there. Just buried under years that weren’t always kind. No one told…

By MissT He didn’t love me, not my soulJust the warmth that made him wholeHe loved the meals, the quiet careThe way I always would be there He loved the peace I kept aliveThe strength I gave to help him thriveBut love’s not built on what you takeIt’s in the effort that you make He…

By MissT About my blog Laying here, fan on, cat curled by my feet like a silent witness to the chaos of motherhood. I’m wondering — not for the first time — how much longer this parenting malarkey will keep wearing me out. I thought the toddler years were tough. I thought the teen years…

“Blood Ties and Broken Narratives (Monster-in-Law)By MissT She loved me when I took him off her hands. When I stepped into the firing line she’d stood in for 46 years, she all but threw him at me. Called me strong. Said I was what he needed. Truth is, I was just the next When her…

The Night Demon The lane was dark, stretched long and deep, Where shadows crouched and spiders creep. Their hairy legs, the beady stare Eyes blinking from the hedgerow’s lair. Two steps in, a sudden snap, A rustle. Breath caught in the trap. Was it real, or just my mind? Panic rising, thoughts entwined. Heartbeat quicker,…

Still Not Over It” by MissT I gave him joy while I sank in despair, Took him on trips just to show I still care. Smiled through the silence, broke bread through the ache, While he took and he took till there was nothing to take. They say I was cruel, but they weren’t in…