When I find myself in times of trouble

Funny how one’s own mind can feel so detached and alien, almost hostile at times like some menacing crafty interloper; so familiar and yet so eerily uneasy at the same time.



All my life I had been convinced that this tiny Marian medal, which apparently I sported when my new foster family first laid eyes on me on the doorstep of that self built house in Canley Heights, had been pinned to my jumper by my natural mother.

I suppose I wanted to believe she had sent me off into the big bad world with Our Mother – while of course she herself would have sadly suspected she wouldn’t be seeing me ever again.

Years later, in a crowded fragrant Balmain pub I had a chance to ask her in person. She studied the little trinket for a few moments, then said, “No, I’ve never seen this.”




4 thoughts on “When I find myself in times of trouble

  1. Wat een mooi stuk weer, oom.. Ben zo blij dat je geen opgever bent, ik zie je juist als een super sterk persoon! Het wordt wel eens tijd dat het leven je ook weer wat toe gaat lachen, hopelijk gebeurt dit eindelijk eens heel snel.. Love you xxx

  2. You are great writer. I like the article it has me inside the story as well how amazing!!!

    1. Well, of course my Butterfly Princess. It’s the truth, without you it would have been almost impossible to carry on. Whatever happens, I will never forget how you were the only one still there for me with grace, power and heartfelt care to keep me going no matter what .. X X

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