Sticks and Stones…


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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.

2 thoughts on “Sticks and Stones…”

  1. Loved this repost … I have, no. I had a friend who is Head of English somewhere and I believe it was her love of the title and potentially bossing people around which gave her the kick. She was a teacher who regularly gained ‘outstanding’ during an ofsted due to bringing in fleeces and beanbags into her reading corner and engaging those characters for longer than 89 seconds who previously had spent their day climbing out of windows.

    I found her, towards the end of our ‘habit’ friendship, more like a policeman. Permanently on duty and judging.
    And I don’t miss her.

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