Hesperid Hush

Not here to prove I’m finished, just to observe what’s becoming.
I see more than I say.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

I try to
understand my truth
and then live according to it.
Even when it’s uncomfortable.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

Wow 🤩

[Jennifer 🟥🔴🧙‍���️🦉🐈‍⬛ 🦖 @babybeginner]

Ok. So you hear this woman is going to do a pole dancing routine and you’re instantly turned off. But then…
wait for it.

I promise.

Trust me.

This is worth watching. You have learned to trust me by now. Right?

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

The last uncomfortable feeling didn’t die from effort or willpower.
It died from truth.
Simple, unglamorous, human truth.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

@BigBirdFamily Adorable! She is lucky to have you

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

@tyler_austin55 ❤️🥰

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

A lot of women were raised on tales of the perfect prince. They try to cram some random dude into their dream happy ending no matter what. You hear it all the time at weddings: “This is MY day, I’ve dreamed of this since I was a kid.” Men end up just playing a role in her fairy tale. Until it becomes a nightmare.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

What a story! 🥰

[Sunderland AFC @SunderlandAFC]

🌎 Sunderland fan Liam recently went viral after winning the NYC spelling bee in his red and white shirt…

So we called and surprised him with his hero, Dan Ballard ❤️

[𐌁𐌉Ᏽ 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌉 @OrevaZSN]

One of my favorite things about traveling is that it breaks the illusion that your current life is the only possible one.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

He will rise in the morning, fully aware of the gravity of the situation.
He will rise because he must.

He will rise heavily, because all his ancestors and all his descendants are resting on him.
He carries every one of them on his shoulders.

Inside himself he carries the longing to breath freely, with full lungs.
He knows that feeling, and he knows how good it is.

He will set that longing aside.

He is tired.
He did not choose this.

However, in the morning he will choose responsibility.

Some things are not a matter of choice. They are a matter of survival.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

Stress doesn’t come from what happens around us, but from the reaction we hold within ourselves.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

All in all, you're just another brick in the wall.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

@WrnrWrites Whenever need to choose, choose whatever makes you feel young and free 😁😍 Happy B!

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

And once that whisper reaches you, it lingers forever; you can never unhear it.
It becomes the sole true voice, the only authentic one, the most exquisite, luminous sound your soul has ever known.
In its presence, joy simply blooms as you listen.

[Dr. Brian Weiss @DrBrianWeiss]

We are not here in physical form by accident or coincidence. We are here to awaken. And perhaps, in quiet moments of reflection, you may sense it too, that gentle whisper within, urging you toward growth, toward understanding, toward love. That whisper is the voice of your soul.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

I don’t know these people but feel like they are my own.
These stories made me cry (as now) and motivated me; inspired me.
The thing I love about this post is that it provides insight into the exquisite knowledge that so many people don’t possess: when to stop.
When you’ve stretched “enough” before it becomes "too much".
This post is a lesson about many, many things in life.

Thank you for sharing whatever you decide to share in the future.

Your posts are cherished.

[Keith Boldy @ktboldy]

Goodbye to Not my Daily Diary  

Tuesday, 17th March 2026  

#dementiaawareness

My last Not my Daily  Diary post has just been posted

I was up early this morning to write the hardest thing I’ve had to write in a long time.

For months now, I’ve shared our days in "Not my Daily Diary." What started as a quiet way to process the life   living with dementia grew into something much bigger. I never imagined so many of you would come along with us. Between Facebook and Twitter (or X, as it’s called now, and where I have to do an abridged version), posts have reached up to 1,000 views on good days, averaging around 700 daily. That still feels incredible to me. I’ve read every comment, every message, and every share. You’ve made me laugh, you’ve made me cry, and more than anything, you’ve made me feel less alone.

You’ve told me the diary helped you understand what caring for someone with dementia is like. Other carers have said it showed them they’re not the only ones struggling with the interruptions, the exhaustion, the love that sometimes hurts. I know I've even inspired others to write your own stories. That means more to me than I can say. 

It's helped me, too. It's motivated me. Writing it all down every day kept me going more than I realised. On the hardest days, when the interruptions felt endless and the weight of it all hit me hard, sitting here to capture the good moments, the fun moments, planning our days, visiting the pub going to the choirs even kissing in Morrisons, and a meal Chris actually finished, and never forgetting a Greggs sausage roll, it gave me something to hold onto. It reminded me we still enjoy the ordinary times and that I was still capable of noticing it."

Chris loves it, too. Every day, she asks me to read the latest entry out loud to her, and she especially loves hearing your comments. Her face lights up when I tell her someone said she looked beautiful, or that the meal sounded tasty, or that they’re thinking of us. In her world, those little moments matter so much. Chris doesn't want me to stop, but she doesn't understand.

I have to be honest, I need to stop.

The diary that should take an hour now stretches to three or more. Interruptions come thick and fast, Chris needs me, the phone rings, something in the house needs doing right then, and by the time I sit back down, the words feel forced or I'm emotional in ways that leave me drained. It’s started causing stress I don’t want, emotions I shouldn’t have on top of everything else. Letting it go will free up time and headspace I desperately need for me, for us, for the things that keep us going day to day.

So this is goodbye to the diary. Not goodbye to sharing altogether, I’m far too much of a show-off for that! I’ll still pop in with photos of Chris when she’s all dolled up (she adores that), especially for the dementia choir days when she’s singing her heart out. I’ll still be around, liking, commenting, cheering on from the sidelines.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for taking this journey with us. You’ve been kind, you’ve been understanding, you’ve been a community when I needed one most. If my words helped even one person feel seen or less alone, then it was all worth it.

Take care, and keep holding tight to the people you love, even on the hardest days.

With lots of love.
Keith and Chris xx

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

When I send a message, I start praying that the recipient doesn’t respond immediately.
I’m much more into statemens than conversations.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

@clarity70454 @deidrejowen 🤣 +1. I was jumping like a crazy sheep for years, and then discovered weights with Caroline Girvan's programs. Bought myself equipment to train at home, as I’m lazy to get dressed and drive to the gym, but I manage well at home 😄

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

@deidrejowen @clarity70454 Glyc. But there are many things too. Apparently, at this age re-learn breathing. Reach continuity in — meditation, exercises (not too much cardio and jumping, but weight lifting and stretching/yoga), cut sugar/coffee/white flour/toxic ppl, take K2D3 — omega — multivitamis etc.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

I wish every woman in the world could say this and truly stand behind these words.
Go, Lindsey.

[lindsey vonn @lindseyvonn]

No, I’m not ready to discuss my future in skiing. My focus has been on recovering from my injury and getting back to normal life. I was already retired for 6 years and have an amazing life outside of skiing. It was incredible to be #1 in the world again at 41 years old and set new records in my sport, but at my age, I’m the only one that will decide my future. I don’t need anyone’s permission to do what makes me happy. Maybe that means racing again, maybe that doesn’t. Only time will tell. Please stop telling me what I should or should not do. I’ll let you know when I decide.

[Hesperid Hush @Hespericus]

@magistrabeck Glowing 🥰