Day in Court

Everyday Madness Again…

Read After Burnout


Oh, woe is me.

The main problem with accepting that there is a crossed wire or two inside my head is that I accept it completely. Things go wrong and I point to the faulty wiring. My wife tuts, even though she has come to the opinion that I was never, ever, quite right. She has been reading some of the stuff that I have written and I have watched the dawning glow of realisation coming over her.

“Why didn’t anybody tell me that you were like this when I married you? I bet your family couldn’t keep their faces straight at the wedding.”

Actually, retrospect points me to all those faces that were not straight. Did she know what she was letting herself in for? Well, yes and no. So, here we are awaiting another car crash and it’s my birthday and I am feeling, well I’m feeling quite…

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This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

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