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Pathways open to sweeping landscapes that were once hidden. We become masters of the land around us – for the first time seeing and understanding its contours – its rise and fall, the very bones and essence of its form. In this new light, the naked terrain of winter makes us feel the landscape viscerally,…
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As we sit, we soak in the melodic interludes of song, accompanied by the ethereal swish of the wind through bare winter branches. You can smell the rain in the air, the damp chill freshness, combined with the earthy scents of woodchip and old mud encrusted pots…
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Our engagements are no longer being led by our base feelings, instincts, or preferences, and even they themselves are being perpetually modified by what is fed to us. Re-curated each day by the endlessly morphing algorithms of our life feeds. The continued availability of communication, distraction, entertainment, also means there are no mental spaces left…
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The dark invites us to fold inwards, to give ourselves time and grace for recovery and reflection, hunkered sleepily in a warm moment before the axis turns again. But January also holds a mystical sense – a brooding thrall from a more secretive world. And it calls us to connect to nature, to the darkly…
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The turning of the year is a crux, a mental turnstile…nature’s inertia pulls us to look inwards, allow ourselves acceptance, reflection, inspiration, from the stripped bare world…
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To anyone else sitting amongst the Blackpool illuminations while every neighbour’s windowsill now displays a single well- polished bonsai tree: I see you….and I salute you.
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Mornings like this one stir something deep in my senses, a slumbering winter goddess fashioned from shiny holly and wild air, smelling faintly of spiced hot-chocolate. Our view of the world, when we let our imaginations roam, unveils hidden shimmers in the deep blue unknown…
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There are tiny moments we can feast on, if we let them in. To Fortify. To Edify. To penetrate the mists of everyday and offer sweet and fleeting haven to our brains…
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Across the airwaves, in living rooms, cafes, offices, schoolyards throughout the land, tiny networks of sparking ADHD intuition are leaping synaptically from one brain to another, sending out tendrils of communication, recognition and energy. If the power of such a network could be harnessed, we would be the equivalent of a global wind farm.
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It is not clear how the neurotypical is able to navigate fully without the useful rebound effects of doorways and table corners, but it must lead them to feel very disorientated to keep missing things wherever they go… Their dance function appears to be largely broken, or working intermittently, and is only triggered to produce…
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People call it the black dog. I think of depression more as a haunted Victorian governess who has been repeatedly washed on an old sock cycle.
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That season change feeling… the sense of something indefinable, bigger, beyond our reach, shifting its mystical bottom. The earth moves on its axis and therefore the sofa must follow… in a slow-motion revolution to the dark side of the room…
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It was just me and that blackbird on the grey dawn street, and it looked straight at me and started to sing again. I can’t completely put into words the strange little swell of feeling that filtered through me… like a window being opened for a moment and the light coming in…
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The pinnacle of the year… That coveted prize of a well earned holiday… Oh my poor dears, if only it were so simple… At exactly 2.45pm on the last day of the school term, I placed a cup of tea on the table in front of me with a reverence bordering on ceremonial. It had…
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People with ADHD need to be reminded of their magnificence, just the way they are… This is a declaration. A proclamation of unique brilliance, unrivalled spirit and resilience. These are the reasons to love someone with ADHD, and the reasons you should love yourself… When life is hard, and the world feels too much, this…
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We are all of the emotions, or we are none. We are on top of the world, and our euphoria is scary to witness, or we are the pits of despair, and you should probably leave the room…
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…there is something different here. It doesn’t feel ground-breaking, it doesn’t feel like it will change my life. But it’s a gentle, tangible tonic. It’s a slower stream of oxygen through otherwise stormy veins…
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ADHD friends – are you used to not hearing from your friend for months and then receiving War and Peace in a text message? – This is why. I just want the world, the day, the hour, to go quiet, sometimes, to let me catch up – to get off the hamster wheel..
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Sometimes, often, the world is too much. Sometimes it is too little. Too loud, too quiet, too dull, too colourful. Too complicated. Too Jarring. Sensory sensitivities and differences in how the brain processes sensory input are extremely common in both Autism and ADHD.
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If the average person’s brain is a car with a 2 litre engine, plenty of reserve power, and appropriate gears for hills, an ADHD brain is trying to drive all the same routes with a 3 wheeler (probably with an embarrassing horn) or actually, on a bad day, a donkey and cart.
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