Monday, Monday…

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They always come around. It’s like days of the week.

No matter how much you want to sleep, the bullying hour of 6am will wake you. It’s in collusion with your alarm. They work together. It works like this:

6am: He is definitely sleeping. REM is taking place.

Alarm: Yes, she is as well. Look at the sweet little things.

6am: Steady, Alarm, we do not wish to get emotionally attached.

Alarm: No, you’re right 6am, I was just being a little gushy.

6am: Right then, I think both of them are approaching the denouements of the dream     episodes, it’s time to go. I can’t wait to see their stunned faces.

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(Although 6am shows a genuine level of enjoyment in its task, Alarm is less obvious).

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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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