It’s been a year. A year since I’ve gone quiet, quieter than ever before and eventually, I shall have to go totally silent — at least for a couple of weeks. A year has passed since I daren’t write. There’s an elephant in this room and every time I click “Add New Post”, it taps me on the shoulder, its septic trunk dripping with pus.
That’s the problem when written words are your catharsis; you can’t pick up a pen for fear that the nib with tear open and expose wounds in the surface of the paper and bleed its ink for all to see. Every time I write, it’s on the tip of my tongue, at the tip of my fingers: this poisonous elephant of mine.
In the interest of self-preservation, this site will go into hibernation for the duration of April. With any luck, the elephant will be shot with a dart by May.
A full-time wheelchair user since 1998, Claire lives in an adapted bungalow in England with her Partner of 11 years and their two dogs: 
