Language and words are complex and difficult at times. This month I have struggled with physical and mental illnesses that have left me voiceless. I have managed to get through that time thanks to the love and support of friends and family. When I first lost my voice at the beginning of this month it was because I could no longer speak to people. Words have power and the pain I was in had taken my words. I realised I could not speak because I could not be honest, I could not be kind, I was tired of giving, caring, healing others with my words of love and I felt like something had destroyed me. With love and kindness my words returned the following day only to be struck with a dose of tonsillitus and then conjunctivitus that would leave me speechless yet again. These events have served as I reminder, as I am still recovering four weeks into this month, that I am not obligated to give what I do not have, that my voice is mine, my words are precious, and I am, in this moment, s...
A blogg about the experiences of a Brit who's lived in the US for more than a decade and has recently returned to the UK.