This is my new page, where I will post things when I feel like it. I’m not calling it a ‘blog’ at the moment, because I don’t think it will be very regular; it’s intended simply as a place to put my writing, when I’m not sure what else to do with it.

For anyone who doesn’t know me – I am a reader, a writer and a thinker (but not necessarily in that order). Sometimes I like (or need) to share what I think, but trying to do that in person can mean me rabbiting on for hours, which I usually try to avoid. Other times I just want to get the thoughts and words out of my head, and into some kind of order, and it doesn’t matter much if anyone reads them. This will be a mixture of both.

It will start with copies of posts I originally wrote last year and put in a private group page on Facebook, to share with selected friends and family – I could carry on doing that, but  Facebook is really not designed for posts of any length, and I find the lack of formatting options really restrictive (I can be fussy about fonts, LOL, and I can spend hours changing the background colour of a page before I’m happy with it).

Last year, at the age of 45, I was diagnosed as Bipolar, and the initial posts on here are my efforts to describe the most recent mental episode to the people who know me – most of the people visiting this page will be ones who have already read or tried to read those posts on Facebook, but I’m hoping those and future posts might be easier to read here. I doubt my ramblings on that subject will be of much interest to anyone who doesn’t already know me, but anyone reading up on bipolar disorder might find it helpful, which is why I’ve left it visible to the public. (For that reason, I haven’t made my name or location public, as I do mention family members from time to time.) Future posts will be a mixture of personal stuff that I just need to get out or share with people, and other thoughts as they occur to me and as I have time to write them.

Apart from being a reader, writer and thinker, I’m also a wife, a part-time stepmother, and a full-time night-shift warehouse worker. Wow, I’m busier than I thought. No wonder I don’t have time for housework 😉