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The Pop Pack of Sunshine

I had been struggling with taking my anti depressants for some time. There was a feeling of heaviness and of being slightly drugged, and I found I was sleeping too long and too deeply. Then my memory deteriorated to the … Continue reading

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The Mercy of Ozymandias

I look in the mirror and I see a different person. I’ve a month more of medication to go, and though my viral count is so low as to be near non existent, it is still present and there is a … Continue reading

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In Praise of Future Spontaneity.

An old friend from my drug using days in New Zealand, died recently. I hadn’t seen him for many years and aside from sadness at his death I also felt an internal disquiet, as he was yet another of my … Continue reading

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Beauty School Rehab

I staggered off a plane in Hong Kong when I was twenty five years old, clutching the empty litre bottle of opium tincture (90% alcohol/10% opium) that I had needed to get me through the 20 hour journey. Admittedly I’d … Continue reading

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Shining Solo

I had my first boyfriend, in the most flexible use of the term, in my early teens. He was large, homely, sub normal intellectually and a member of the ‘Satan’s Slaves’ motorcycle gang. We had nothing in common and he … Continue reading

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A Woman of Substance.

I spent a month in a detox unit in Dartford, followed by seven months in a women’s only treatment centre in Kent. I was then transferred to a secondary treatment centre, again only for women, in Bristol. The focus in … Continue reading

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Luminosity at Night

I went to bed early last night for a marathon sleep catch up session. It was an exhausting night. Resting was interspersed with periods of overactive obsessive thinking, examination of past patterns of behaviour, wonderings and occasional inspirations. I started … Continue reading

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