Square Peggy

If you know me you'll know I'm not big on having "things" and buying stuff or spending money unless I need to or it's ...

Writing my post about community , I mentioned that I felt safe in the community on the ward. I nearly went off on a tangent about "safe...

Community has been pottering around in my mind recently. And then I wrote this and the first half ended up being about masking, so I'm c...

I'm trying to write a post that feels like it needs to be written, but nothing I write feels quite right. Usually when I don't quite...

A year ago I was a good way along a treacherous path, with the danger increasing daily. I was terrified on that path in that dark place but ...

In my previous post I found myself playing the piano. It made me reflect on how thankful I am for the skills that I have been taught through...

I'm super dysregulated today.  My first clue was that I was standing on my tiptoes waiting for my tai chi class to start. I actually tho...

 Sooo, here is a thing that has popped up in an awful lot of conversations this week. Different people, different scenarios, and not just me...

I thought all this talk of sadness might be bringing you down, so I've decided to give you a peek at some of the many and varied strateg...

The functions of emotions are to motivate behaviour, to communicate to others, and to communicate to oneself.  This short clip  explains bea...

OK, it's true I didn't wear make-up on any of the other Thursday either, but that is a reference for the Cool Kids who both wear mak...

Been writing a lot, not about me. Clues as to the kind of week I've had. I felt a little bit hypocritical posting wonderful posts about ...

On Saturdays I roll out all the coping strategies.  Every Saturday is a self-care Saturday. They're not necessarily the same every week,...

I thought I'd address stigma as that is obviously one of the main aims of Mental Health Awareness Week: to get people talking and reduce...

Before I hit you with the wordy bits I shall lure you in with an entertaining (or what could have been socially mortifying, had I not been s...