A Corporate Parent

My career aspirations at eighteen were of becoming a political journalist. I hoped to study theology, journalism and broadcasting. I thought a move to Ireland could help and enrolled in Trinity college. Years later, despite making a complete turn and hearing in a different direction, I found myself asked to campaign for a New Labour…

Friend or Foe?

The PE Teacher wished me a happy new year and I did not respond. Months earlier I requested his help with a domestic problem and he had rudely informed me that we were no longer friends. Still his messages continued to ping until I give in and say that I would not forgive him for…

Traffic lighting my triggers

I am in a bad way and I need help. Last night I told my girlfriends how awful last year had been and they were shocked. We hadn’t met for a while so we had plenty to talk about and countless bottles of wine to consume. The five of us each had our different problems,…

Fem Feels: Graduating Up

It didn’t seem real until I put the cap on. The gown was heavy, it pulled backwards irritating my neck, I smile nervously as the gown fitter smoothed it down across my shoulders, but the cap, the cap fit perfectly. I take my seat. Out of the corner of my right eye little tassels swing…

Mid-Winter’s Cancer Moon

As we waxed toward the winter solstice this week my sleep pattern diminished. I drank little water, craved only salt or sugar, and my clean bedroom became a junk island. I used to think I made it up or it was coincidental, yet after eight years charting my invisible illness I know my triggers are…

Freak Outs in the Phlebotomists Chair

It’s CA125 time. Well truthfully I put it off all year because it was due in April but I couldn’t go, I was so happy, I couldn’t think about cancer tests or my unbalanced hormones. Then my endometriosis returned in July and again in September (and October) and I was too distraught to go. Now…

Fem Feels – what’s your worth?

A year ago my Father told me that I did not know my worth. My Father, a successful business man, was right, I did not. When I gained a considerable hold on my anxiety I realised that one of the main causes was my fear of ‘fish out of water’ style flapping. In unfamiliar circumstances…