Night Attack

But Once Upon A Time, Life Was Much Darker…
The phantoms of the past have morphed into the pressures of the present. Black humour would explain it or big fat fate whose previous predictions are in need to being revived and revisited upon the forgetful and indifferent. Don’t get cosy when things seem to be going well.

Read After Burnout

Hagedorn-NightAttackBigEdward Hegedorn

12.

There are moments that sneak upon me, seize my collar and thump me on the head with a leaden cosh. It is the bathroom moment reincarnated for a new self. It is not the walls, the never-ending drip of the tap, nor the ceiling moving down upon me. The phantoms of the past have morphed into the pressures of the present. Black humour would explain it or big fat fate whose previous predictions are in need to being revived and revisited upon the forgetful and indifferent. Don’t get cosy when things seem to be going well.

It was Friday night and the wonderful haze of the weekend was settling upon me. My wife was out somewhere with my daughters and I chose to do something that I hadn’t done for a while. I was going to phone my mother. Since the death of my father, relations with…

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mike2all

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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