I’m a twitcher, no not Tourette’s, although munching on a bar of soap might clean my mouth and cut down … More
When my beautiful mother died in 2017, I had the unfortunate task of having to communicate with her sadistic, abusive, sociopathic husband. His manipulative games and crocodile tears were wasted on me. His mind games were disappointingly juvenile and transparent. But his venom and hatred towards myself and my brother who’d recently lost his leg in a motorbike accident, propelled me to challenge the point of humanity and question, why was mum taken and this retard left? grief gets you like that.
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In the dance we call life, some things appear too good and some things that appear bad. We look at something that is occurring … More
Stressed? Take 30 minutes out of your day and relax deeply realign your thoughts and feelings. Experience pure bliss, we all need … More