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The Cure For Sleep community is an 'Encouragement'. It is a safe space to test out your words and emotions as a writer, knowing there is heartfelt, generous, helping-hand mentoring from Tanya, of course, but also from the wonderful collection of talented writers whose words illuminate the themes. At the heart of it all is Tanya Shadrick, writer of astonishing words, a human key to unlock your emotions through exposure to hers. There's a warmth in every thread of comments, heart too, humanness aplenty. It is remarkable to find it all in one place in an online community. It is a space to treasure. Inside it, your words will be treasured. You can entrust them to this space, safe in that knowledge.

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Paul Atherton (FRSA)'s avatar

Hope this is the right place to post about "Faith" Tanya, if not apologies:

When it comes to faith, I believe in “Me”. Not always admittedly. Sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever achieve anything. This is usually because I’m not in control of my own decisions. The Local Authority, the Department for work and pensions, Westminster City Council Adult Social Services all have a massive influence over my day to day living and often invariably do things that are not in my interest - which is ironic, as that is their sole raison d’etre.

But a constant belief in my ability to take on any challenge, overcome any obstacle and win at any war of attrition has served me well over the years.

Take this morning as a classic example, I’m training to race in the world famous Peter Pan Swimming Race in the Serpentine Lake in Hyde Park. I’ve been training and acclimatising to the temperatures since May of this year. It’s been a lifetime ambition, at least from first seeing it on the news as a child growing up in South Wales.

I woke up to hear the sound of torrential rain pounding down outside my sofa-surf location in Essex, I could have easily said sod it and quit then. That decision was made even easier when I picked up my towel and discovered it still drenched from its wash last night. When the Elizabeth Line shut down at Farringdon and added another 30 minutes to my journey, I could’ve turned back - I didn’t.

I was going to be late, but too late? Who knew, so I kept going.

Thankfully, I made the last race, got into the water and finished so close to my competitors that I’m not sure if I made the top three or not.

I didn’t care though, I believed in myself, raced, and that’s all that mattered.

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