A small exclamation mark has just appeared in my Sharing box. It’s telling me that I have no Facebook connection.
The reason for this is so that my secret is safe on this blog. My stories are in plain view and are therefore hidden from sight. If anybody wishes to check on my wellbeing, they will have to come here; for the time being.
I have been reminded that having a few issues does not make you human. Having issues makes you a nut-job and nobody wants to employ a nut-job as it is bad for business. Even educators can no longer afford a cracked-up cuckoo in the nest.
My Red Badge of Courage is no longer a sign of my defiance in the face of the world’s outrageous sanity.
Instead it has become the sign of the leper.
Reblogged this on Read After Burnout and commented:
It’s the irony that I love…
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Rubbish.
Employers want real people with real survival stories.
Heads might have to do things differently because most don’t employ for their children or their teams but to meet the ofsted plans 😣
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Je suis un nut-job…
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Perhaps … but aren’t we all? Just a little bit nutty?
Have a walnut with the floyd tunes ..
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Love Floyd and just reminding myself of them …
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Just listening to Floyd, Comfortably Numb. I wrote about Time the night before Hawking died. Odd…
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Omg, that IS odd. But weirdly beautiful.
And odd too that you should mention floyd when as I typed my post this morning, it was their grotesque album cover I pictured when I described my migraine pain … 🤪
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Which one?
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I WOZ ‘ERE
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Listening to Every Great You Take. My mate called me Stung at uni.
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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣💫👌🏼🥂🦋
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