Keeping it Kind

Resilience   Noun: the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness . Etymology: Latin resilient-, resiliens, present participle of resilire to jump back, recoil, from re- + salire to leap Resilience is NOT: standing immovable in the face of trauma or tragedy A stiff upper lip A lack of emotional expression Never failing Constant positivity A competition Resilience is about having the flexibility and resourcefulness to find a way to get up again after a knock back.  Resilience is feeling beaten but giving it one more shot.  Resilience is crying, saying “this is hard” and then reaching out for help to get through it.  Resilience is learning from each situation so that you can come back faster and stronger every time.  There has been so much demonstrable resilience in the last two years. Families finding ways to connect despite being apart. People grieving and yet still thinking of the safety of others. So many continuing in their jobs or studies despite very justified fears

I recently turned the big Four Oh! As a way of marking this milestone I have decided to perform at least 40 random acts of kindness to spread the love.  I’m going to use this blog to keep you updated and share ways that you can help and support too if you would like to.  My first “Act” involves cake!!! I went for birthday brunch at a fab little local cafe near me on the way to Stratford-Upon-Avon,  OrangeMabel   The food was incredible, service lovely and ambience was right up my street. 40’s/50’s retro with nice big portions and refills on tea!!!  As an initial act I wrote them a stonking good  Tripadvisor review I then contacted some friends about creating a one off choir to sing Christmas carols outside a local care home and around the village. I’m also going to offer free mulled cider and wine to all singers!!  Instead of gifts I asked that people donate to  Macmillan Cancer Support  as this charity has done so much for my brother and his family since his diagnosis and are an incre

I know people may be bored of hearing my voice. It’s been over a year since I wrote THAT blog. 17,000+ people read it. Mainly educators.  Some people have stood by my side without faltering. I am in awe of them. They truly lived by their words. Some are people I now call friends. Many are people I still don’t know well but who have taught me to believe in the goodness of humanity again, have helped me to trust the kindness of strangers once more.  I cannot ever express how much that support has meant, not just to me, but to every person who had ever had an experience of sexual assault. When they saw the responses you all gave you made it clear that the voice of the survivor matters. You empowered them alongside empowering me.  I feel like I am forever traipsing back and forth across the muddy cesspit that is my trauma, dragging myself through the horror again and again each time I remember, each time I see another statistic, each time I listen to a young person recount t