At 3 am Sunday morning, I was woken to my 22-month-old daughter in a very distressed state. She was shivering so bad, she could not stop. On arrival of the ambulance, she started to go into a seizure. Three seizures later we were told her temperature was 41.9. “Wow,” the nurse said. “The highest I have ever seen.” It was an award I never wanted. The brilliant staff at the hospital not only saved her life but also put her back together in three days. Although now there are signs she is still poorly, she has bounced back to almost her normal cheeky self. I’m Quitting Writing
Rose was again drawn to the window as the flash lit up the street. She gasped in horror, who was that she had seen standing in the room with Joe and Gina. Behind them in the shadows. No, she had imagined it. There was no one there.
Measure your success in a different way I mean no disrespect to any of my fellow writers who are proud of Top Writer status in Medium. In fact, I will celebrate your successes alongside you. For me, it has never been something I measure success on. There are plenty of other parts to Medium I am obsessed with - claps, reads, curation. My mental health is thankful that Top Writer isn’t one of my obsessions.
It’s dark I feel around me and can’t find it. Where has it gone, why has it left me alone? I’m going to cry I have been left with nothing. Everything I held dear, has left me. Left me alone to stumble around in this dark cage. The fear rises in my chest. I can’t … Continue reading The Dark – Microfiction
Twitter Once my favourite social media platform, the attraction is dwindling. There is a culture of people following for a follow back and then unfollow. This lack of genuine interaction has ruined my experience recently.