The Neuro-Nightingaile

06/06/2026

Today marks D-Day.

Yet somehow, it feels like it’s passing with barely a mention. No real presence on TV, little on the radio, no sense of it in our communities — not even a flag in sight.

I remember being taught as a child about the bravery, the sacrifice, and the importance of this day. We were reminded to honour those who fought for the freedom we live with today.

But now, as the number of WWII veterans dwindles, it feels as though remembrance is fading with them — as if it’s becoming acceptable to forget. It isn’t.

I’ve written a new poem today, It’s Not Just the 6th June, to express my frustration, my anger, and my deep respect for those who gave everything. Their sacrifice deserves more than silence. It deserves to be remembered — always.

24/05/2026

It’s been a little while since I’ve shared any new poetry. With my dissertation and final university deadlines approaching — just six weeks until I finish my degree — most of my energy has rightly been focused there.

A wobble in my mental health this week brought a few old shadows back into view. When that happens, I turn to writing. It’s where I process, where I breathe, and where some of my strongest pieces are born.

So today I’m sharing one of this week’s poems, a piece inspired by the beautiful scent and colour of my Grandad’s memorial rose, and one I hope will make its way into my book later this year.

I hope you enjoy reading it.

05/05/2026

Over the past few weeks my mind has been fully locked onto my dissertation, exploring how paramedics can reduce the inappropriate treatment and care of palliative and end‑of‑life patients in the pre‑hospital setting.

But, as always, inspiration has a funny way of tapping you on the shoulder when you least expect it.

My cousin posted a beautiful photo of a bluebell wood on Facebook, and like so much of my poetry, it was that single visual spark that made me reach for a pen again. One image… and suddenly the words started flowing.

So today I’m sharing my new uplifting and inspirational poem, “Where Bluebells Grow.”

I hope it lifts your spirits, gives you a moment of calm, and maybe even inspires you to keep going and keep achieving, wherever your own path is leading.

27/04/2026

Yesterday I found myself in the middle of nowhere, with countryside stretching for miles, sunshine pouring down, and nothing but open air and quiet for company. It gave me space to think, to breathe, to reflect, and to really appreciate the people who make life feel grounded.

When I got home and finally relaxed, little lines and thoughts started popping into my head, one after another. Before I knew it, they’d shaped themselves into my next poetic piece: “If I Could, I Would.”

It’s written to lift, to encourage, and to honour what friendship and family truly mean to me, including that familiar struggle of never quite being able to say no and always putting others first, even when I probably shouldn’t.

I hope it brings you a bit of warmth and inspiration today.

19/04/2026

It’s been a little quiet from me lately, between my daughter’s wedding, my dissertation, and hobbling around in a splint and on crutches, life has been more than a bit full.

But yesterday, a very good friend dragged me out for some much‑needed fresh air and a reminder of the simple things that heal. Spending time with her horses was exactly what my head and heart needed, and it gave me the push to finally finish this piece.

Thank you, Sarah Ablewhite your kindness, your company, and your boys were the perfect reset. This one’s for you.

‘The Warmth Of My Boys’

07/04/2026

Wow… less than 24 hours until my little girl, .bleach001, says “I do” to .beaumont. I can hardly believe it. Tomorrow I get to walk beside you down the aisle, bursting with pride, watching you both make your promises to each other… and then we’ll party like it’s 1999.

You both probably guessed I’d end up putting pen to paper and writing a poem — but even I didn’t expect to be doing it at 2:55am, wide awake with anxiety and a swarm of butterflies tap dancing in my stomach.

This isn’t the poem — you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for that. This is just a little reminder of the step you’re about to take, and the life you’re about to build together.

So here it is… “What Is Marriage”.

05/04/2026

This might be the first poem I’m sharing this month, but it’s actually been simmering away in the background for quite a while, picked up, put down, reshaped, and revisited more times than I can count.

It’s another piece destined for the book I’m hoping to publish once my degree is wrapped up later this year, and I’m really proud of how it’s grown with me.

I hope it resonates with you.
“They say there is a reason…”

31/03/2026