#shemakesme a proud son.

On the 10th of September to take part in #shemakesme. This was in recognition of world suicide prevention day. I was going to write a blog to say how proud I was that so many people took part. I was also going to say how amazing it was to see so many messages blowing up…

1 day to go…. My thoughts on suicide

Watch video HERE So here we are. 1 day to go until #shemakesme. I feel nervous, I am unsure if anyone will post anything tomorrow. I will be ecstatic if anyone joins in. Its just little old me, trying to put some positive vibes out there and if it works…wicked… and if it doesn’t …well…

5 days to go….

So here we are. 5 days to go until the #shemakesme campaign. In case you are wondering “What is she talking about #shemakesme?” I have inserted a link….HERE. Watch the video, see what you think. Let me know if you are gonna join me on the 10th of September and then share…share…share. I am going…

What does “Consent” mean Miss…

I had been concerned for a young girl I had been watching for a while. When I first meet this young lady, she had just come into the country and she was fresh faced and full of life, not an inch of make up on her face. Her hair was always tied in a high…

#Shemakesme

#Shemakesme There are many things in my life I openly (to some degree) talk about. I am not ashamed of who I am or was or the things I did. I may not like some of the things I have done and may sit and think these over and over sometimes trying to make sense…

Don’t kiss your teeth at me…..

Someone reached out to me yesterday. Told me a home truth. She said that I don’t celebrate my success. When she said that I was shocked for a moment, Because I am sure that I do. But when I started looking at my blogs and such it was clear that I don’t share them with…

My Teddy….

I struggled how to start this blog. How to explain what I am feeling and trying to say. I am having a clear out. I am getting rid of all the rubbish in my life…clutter…relationships…people. I feel stronger now than I have in years and know its time to let go of some stuff. That…

Words….

I wasn’t going to. Up until 10 minutes ago I was not going to write my blog on the horrific gang violence that has been erupting across London the past few days. I wasn’t going to because it is just words and just words are not cutting it anymore. But words are all I can…

Him…

She was so angry at herself. She said she would not do this anymore. It truly felt dirty. But…well no buts…but..she is 16 and has a baby to feed. She thought she had it all planned out. Have the baby, leave the streets behind her, and get a “Real” job. What she never thought about…

What 3 things are you grateful for?

Ok, I am going to be honest as always, I have become quite used to dealing with bad stuff. Bad news, bad outcomes, bad vibes. Not that I want it that way, but I am used to it. I have come to expect the worse. I think that sometimes, when you are a front-line worker…