I’m sat at my desk at 2 am wondering where it all went wrong. — I have a bloody scratch on my neck, a throbbing headache, I have shed a bucket full of tears, my loving wife I cannot speak too, I am fearful. I shall paint a picture for you. Have you ever been rejected? By a girlfriend or boyfriend? Going for a job…

My new normal and it could be yours too. — I, just like many of you out there, love drinking socially. It is my way of making an event more lively or to relax/forget, so I don't have to worry about life and its problems. Or is it the best way to hide our addiction in plain sight? The craving…

Embrace it or f*** off. — I write this because I need to have a stern word with myself, and in turn, I am going to have a stern word with everyone who needs to read this. Don’t be the cause of further hurt and harm to your child. Being a parent of a disabled child…

I used to think meditation was for weirdos. — Meditation is for weird people. That was honestly what I thought. I had the misconception that it was a thing strange people do who aren’t living in the real world. …

Look at the big picture, enjoy the small moments. — That is a brutal paragraph to write, yet I have to write it, for it may help others. Two events have just happened that bring it all back to me, the fact that if we live longer than our son, it’s either a miracle that he has lived that long or a tragedy and either me or my wife have died young. The first event was googling my son’s condition again.

Unfortunately, the answer is not what you think. — We have a disabled son who has unusual facial features, pokes his tongue out a lot, can’t stand or walk and is on oxygen 24/7. He is clearly different. There is a variety of interactions you get from having a disabled child. When walking down the street and around the…