Spring is Sprung

If I could spend eternity running up that hill and through the woods with this woman, I would be blissfully happy. We were full of smiles and appreciation for our present state. Both of us had noticed that more of me was coming back. It was a process not dissimilar to developing old-fashioned photographic film in which the right solutions encouraged the intended picture. My image was slowly coming through in the gaze of sunshine and foliage.

Read After Burnout

images-11The sun returned for all of us this weekend.

Firstly, there was Middle daughter’s return from the city of Leeds. Secondly, Friday night arrived and the missus thought it would be a good idea for us to have a walk. We were leaving the girls at home for an hour so that we could walk to a pub and get a swifty. Once we’d walked into the pub, a famous real-ale themed chain, the wife thought that we ought to get the daughters to come down and have a spot to eat.

The stagnant breath of winter was beginning to be blown away. We saw people we knew from the various running clubs that both us and our daughter had been members of. It was the warmth of exchanging human greetings was something that I hadn’t been prepared for. I had spent the last year avoiding people and pulling into…

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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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