Tread slowly

© Rosie Farrell The words won’t stick. They slide off the page as soon as they land. I’m left wondering what it is I want to say – what it is I need to say. And because I’m not sure, I stop writing and I stop trying to write. For a long time they pooledContinueContinue reading “Tread slowly”

It’s okay to feel lost

  The words stick in my throat. I can’t find them. I don’t know how to let them escape. And yet if I don’t, they’ll drown me. Just because we don’t speak something, just because we lock it away and keep hoping, it doesn’t make the fear any less real, particularly when that fear isContinueContinue reading “It’s okay to feel lost”

A bump in the road

The silence wraps itself around me a hundred times over. It’s suffocating. I lie still. So so still – not wanting to awaken the monster. My patience is wearing thin. I’m so tired of this. Tired of fighting it. Tired of living with it. Tired of always having to think about it. The pain wasContinueContinue reading “A bump in the road”

Facing the light

I wrote this post back in December but it’s taken me a while to pluck up the courage to share this. May marks a year since my MS diagnosis and the month of the Pieta House Darkness into Light Walk. I don’t have the words to thank Pieta House for the help they gave meContinueContinue reading “Facing the light”