The Pill Diaries – a Journal into Living the Dream began on a summers day out of the Lockdown’s when the astrologically aligned and astronomically inclined were out witnessing the rare sighting of the ‘Ring of Fire’ eclipse. I always wanted to be a writer. This was an inner calling murmuring deep inside from days of youth. And having finished the first draft of my memoir of recovery, The Soul Asylums, so an adventure into blogging began.
"A deep archaeological dig into home truths buried under the fake wooden floorboards of modern relationships, lifestyles, and living the dream"
This discipline, which eventually became hard-wired for recovery in the future, of writing two hundred words of pill popping pain, then posting weekly to a growing online readership, over time became something of a panacea or less bitter pill to swallow. It was this life changing routine which began to shape a character forming habit, and over time began to unlock doors to a brave new world of indie writing and the publishing industry.
What began as a reflection on the nature of addiction and recovery, The Pill Diaries – A Journal into Living the Dream, five years on now represents the bedrock foundation beginnings of a personal journey into uncovering the multiple benefits of journalling.
This journey of self-discovery on a rocky road of endless spiritual false dawns, of archiving life lessons found in encounters with strangers on street corners, of unplugging from the mainstream, became a deep archaeological dig into home truths buried under the fake wooden floorboards of modern relationships, lifestyles, and living the dream.
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Hole in the Moon
Under an intoxicating insomnia of full moon fever, I found myself on the stroke of midnight waiting for deep slumber somewhere in the shadows of
The Soul Asylums
The final full stop on the keyboard arrived with little fanfare, muted fireworks, and no flag-waving, but signified the end of my memoir which had
Bonfire of the Vanities
The family dog was scratching, sniffing and scoping out the stripped-back Sage bushes in an ungodly hour of darkness, while the neighbourhood slept tossing and
Pushing up Daisies
Another trip round the solar system had brought me to the rusty black deckchair waiting on a sun-kissed grassy patch of the garden, on finally
The Post
It was a never-to-be viral post of a lifetime. A heartfelt reflection on being banged up, beaten up, and booked on a fifteen year, rinse
Jitterbug
Intoxicated by the misty rain sweeping the stormy waters beyond the windows, the lure of shelter and warmth was seducing punters through the doors of
