Smell, Smoke and Flames

Smell. Acrid. It was the smell which was always the first sign that a veld fire had broken out beyond our street, the last one before our newly developed suburb gave way to long wild grass and thorn scrub. Fires were not uncommon in winter, when the rain stayed away...

The Door

I heard the resounding clang of the door of my life shut behind me. It was all gone. Everything that was known, familiar, loved – all gone in an instant. If I was honest with myself in retrospect, the door had probably been closing for months, maybe years, but that...

Inner Storms

There is a storm raging within me. Or rather, there is a whole weather system of storms, all of which are separate fragments of a greater whole. The members of my inner family are changing. I’m not sure if maturing is the correct description, but definitely changing –...

The Window

The moment I heard the news of my father’s death, my window opened. It was like opening a wood-framed window that had been closed through too many alternating wet and dry seasons, so that the wood of the frame had become warped and swollen. After the many years it had...

Inside a Bipolar Superwoman Delusion

It was time for my Saturday morning writing club session, and that day’s exercise assigned by the group mentor was to listen to our minds, find the biggest question facing us now, then write whatever needed to be let out. As meditative music played in the background,...

My Bipolar Experience

I am a person with just a touch of a flair for chaos and crisis. Not a comfortable fact to swallow for an ex-scientist who found her security in the clear evidence-based logic of scientific thought. As it turns out, at least part of that flair for chaos and crisis has...