Trading Places…


There but for the grace of God.

There went I until recently. I was treading mud in a minefield (a mindfield) and I was trying not to explode. My sleeping was virtually non-existent and my patience was in short supply. To put the tin lid on it, I was in the midst of a battle that was raging all around me, a conflict in which I was the objective, an unjust war that was being waged because the world had little else of interest to do with itself. I guard against returning to that battlefield. 

Unfortunately skirmishes have begun again, but this time it is my wife trying to fight off the aggressors. Stoicism-The-Reserve-Clause-Seneca-Quote

We have been out at sea for a long, long time and the elements have been throwing everything that they can at us. I became so nauseous from the journey that I started to throw-up anything that I may have ingested for the past five decades. I was so sick, that I developed a little immunity from it.

Blow winds, bloody blow!

So, now I am here with a rapidly increasing shit-tolerance. That’s life, I say to myself, with  my oilskin wrapped tightly around me. But my wife does not deserve this. She has done nothing but good. She has kept our family together when there were forces set upon its destruction. And now, when she doesn’t sleep, I lay awake and listen to her restless fumblings.

I know that battle. I know that storm. 

Perhaps two of us at the tiller. Two sets of hands on the ropes and two stronger backs at task will keep us afloat.


                           Ahoy there!

Published by


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.

2 thoughts on “Trading Places…”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s