Monday 5th January 2026

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Finding My Way Through Christmas.

Every year, as Christmas approaches, I feel that familiar mix of excitement, nerves and anxiety.

Im always so excited when the 1st of December arrived. I love to decorate our home with the sparkling red baubles that adorn our tree, the white lights glistening like diamonds, the garlands, strategically placed above the door frames…The smell of Christmas.

I just love it when the Christmas lights start to go up on all the houses nearby, making everything so bright and colourful.

Shops all filled with the latest decorations, and for a moment, it all feels so magical.

I remember the years when Christmas was so joyful, when I could keep track of everything without it feeling overwhelming.

Christmas morning all the family would be sat around opening presents, then later in the day we would all sit at the table, jokes and stories told as we filled our bellies.

Now living with early onset dementia, Christmas can feel very different. I still love parts of Christmas, but the busyness, the noise, the lists, the changes in routine, really stirs up lots of anxiety.

I now struggle to keep up with the planning, the presents, conversations, and remembering what still needs to be done. This part of Christmas becomes harder every year.

Then there’s the family side of things. With a split family, Christmas can sometimes feel like two different worlds pulling me in separate directions, it never used too. Now with so many different homes to visit , all the different expectations and traditions. It’s impossible to please everyone. The logistics alone can feel exhausting. Yes, there is part of me that misses when everyone was together under one roof, but sometimes we have to be realistic it just not viable, we simply just can’t accommodate, please everyone and keep my sidekick under control.

All the family has to realise our life has changed…everyone’s life has changed! Christmas is no longer the same!

Christmas isn’t easy when you don’t have dementia so why should i pretend it’s easy when I’m living with dementia…I can’t be full of cheer every moment. Some days, I just want to be quiet, I can’t cope with the rooms full of people with all the different conversations flying over my head, you know the ones, where people talk over you, not even making eye contact.

There are still the nice moments in between the chaos…It’s when a person realises you’re struggling and reaches out with that simple hug. The ones who do try to understand how difficult dementia can be.

I’ve had enough of feeling rough from anxiety

I’ve had enough of shedding tears in silence

So yes, I was glad when Christmas was over.

Not because I don’t love Christmas, but because once it’s passed life can slows down again…I can rest…I can breathe.

Christmas is just not the same anymore and that’s ok

Christmas doesn’t have to be perfect to be meaningful. It just has to be real and there is no rule that Christmas has to be busy and hectic to be special.

Friday January 2nd 2026

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Wishing you all a “Happy New year!”

The New Year is far more than just a new calendar, it’s a fresh start, a chance to begin again, and another opportunity to hope and dream.

The past year has brought many ups and downs, lessons learned, and memories made. It was a year of many challenges and also triumphs.

Now January 2026 feels like a new beginning, with more new opportunities on the horizon.

A new year also makes me realise, I need to make time for those who truly matter and to embrace each and every moment that brings joy, not only to myself but to others too.

When living with dementia it’s the small victories that deserve to be celebrated, whether it’s achieving a personal goal, spending quality time with loved ones, or simply finding a little bit of peace.

I sincerely hope your days be filled with health, happiness and endless reasons to smile.

Here’s to sharing new adventures, new opportunities, and another year of blogging, all waiting to be shared .

🎉 Happy New Year! 🎉

Monday 22nd December 2025

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Well here we are …It’s nearly Christmas Day!

As Christmas gets closer, I find myself reflecting on what this season means, when you live with or love someone who has dementia Christmas can be full of mixed emotions.

One thing I am great full for is that I am still here enjoying life.

Christmas for me, isn’t about perfection, It’s about slowing down to capture those simple precious memories.

It maybe something simple like a Christmas Carol that brings back wonderful memories, the sparkling decorations, the twinkling lights that glow from house to house, the joy and happiness on faces we love, as we exchange and open gifts.

Christmas, is about how you as a family wish to spend your day…After all, we are all different.

To everyone who reads this blog, I want to say thank you, thank you for joining me on my winding road of ups and downs.

Thank for all your comments and sharing your own stories with me, and most of all, thank you for reminding me that we are never alone.

Wishing you a peaceful, gentle Christmas filled with joy, warm memories, and moments of calm within the chaos.

Wishing you love, laughter and hope.

I will be back with you all very soon

Happy Christmas Everyone!

Friday 19th December 2025

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How did this all happen, how did I fall into campaigning, talking and raising awareness of dementia.

If someone had told me that I would be speaking publicly about dementia, I would have laughed in disbelief. Campaigning was never something I imagined myself doing. But life has a way of leading us down unexpected paths.

My journey began in 2019, when I was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s. That moment changed everything. At first, I was overwhelmed, depressed, devastated. I was trying to take in what this meant for me, my family, and the life we had built.

I searched for information, for people who understood. That’s how I found my way into online peer support groups.

Those groups quickly became a lifeline. I met others who were walking the same uncertain road. Together we shared our fears, our frustrations and also our victories of learning new things. It helped me see that I wasn’t alone and even living with dementia, there was still laughter and a purpose.

Somewhere along the way, talking about my experiences stopped being just for my own benefit. I noticed that when I spoke openly, people listened. I hoped they would gain a better perspective, a better understanding.

The more I shared, the more I realized how powerful personal stories can be in changing how people see Dementia.

Before I knew it, I was saying “yes” to opportunities to speak, to write, and to tell my own personal story and offer my perspective.

Each time I speak, I see the shock on people’s faces, the impact of what speaking out brings, also I learn a little more about myself and about the misconceptions that still surround dementia. People often expect a diagnosis to mean the end, but I’ve made this my new chapter. The chapter of new opportunities, because my life is far from over.

I didn’t set out to be a campaigner or an advocate, it all just found me.

If sharing my story helps even one person feel less alone or changes one person’s perception of dementia, then every conversation, every blog, ever piece of I created art, every talk is definitely worth it.

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Simplicity often makes our message clearer and more powerful.

Some people however just to like to baffle you with big fancy words… I’m a simple word kinda person. I speak from the heart, hoping my simple words have a deeper meaning, perhaps even a bigger impact.

It’s the same when reading, people often think that using big fancy words makes our writing smarter. But in truth, it’s the simple words that often have the most power, because simple words are much easier to understand.

When we speak or write from the heart, people listen because they feel your honesty.

Those big complicated words shouldn’t be about impressing others…Words should be about reaching every single person out there.

Not everyone is educated to the highest level.

I don’t want to be reading words with a dictionary or google on hand, I don’t want to have to work out what the abbreviations mean, because by the time I’ve worked out the abbreviations, I’ve lost interest and also which paragraph I was reading!

The use of our words is about connecting, how we communicate is about how we connect with others…Who is it that you want to connect with?

Not everyone has the capacity to understand big words

We talk about treating people as equals, we talk about including everyone.

You are not including everyone if people don’t understand!

I have taken a couple of examples

Complex sentence – Early detection of dementia is imperative. To receive a timely diagnosis gives patients and families a chance to plan for the future.

Simpler version – An early dementia diagnosis helps people plan ahead.

As my dementia progresses, it makes the understanding of words much harder to understand, say, read and spell.

I loose my words, they becoming burried under a dark cloud filled with mixed up letters

I need things to be simple.

If things were simple in the first place everyone could understand.

Simple words when said or written carry something so strong, especially when they come from real feelings and genuine thoughts.

They touch us…Most of all simple words allow others to understand too.

Keep It Simple!

Monday 15th December 2025

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There’s lots of conversation today on TV, Social Media about the importance of speaking up, sharing your feelings, and not bottling things up inside, which is a wonderful shift from the days when vulnerability was seen as weakness.

Talking can be powerful, It builds a better understanding, hopefully allows healing too.

While we encourage everyone to “speak up,” it’s important to recognize that not everyone finds it easy to do so on their own. Sometimes, people want to talk, but they don’t know how to start. Sometimes, the pain or confusion that lies deep inside makes getting our words out feel a little impossible, it may feel unsafe or sometimes just overwhelming.

Sometimes we just need a person to reach out and ask, “Are you okay?” “Are you sure”

Sometimes all we need is time.

For me the people with big personalities, or larger groups can just seem too overwhelming for me to speak, especially when you have people with strong opinions that feel the need to take over. That’s when I shut down because I feel it’s becoming more like a competition to speak.

We often assume that if someone needs support, they’ll ask for it. Yet the truth is, when a person is struggling, asking for help can feel unbearable. It’s probably the last thing they will want to do. It’s that fear of not being understood or coming across as weak or a burden, or even a failure.

Opening up doesn’t always happen immediately. Sometimes, a person needs time, encouragement and most of all trust.

Asking once – is kind

Following up – is showing that you really care, yet sometimes, the best support is just being there.

Our mental and our emotional health grows in a community where people both Speak and Listen

Me, I always shut down where you have one person that takes over the conversation.

Encouraging and a creating spaces where people feel truly seen, heard and safe is the key, remember some will need an invitation to speak, some will not just come into a conversation as it’s not in their personality to take over.

Let’s keep reminding each other …

We all need connection.

Sometimes we need to speak,

Sometimes we need someone to ask “Are you okay?”

Friday 12th December 2025

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I have realised since my dementia diagnosis people are not as interested in my life before dementia, they only see my sidekick…Dementia.

Most probably my fault in a way because I have always been open and honest about my diagnosis and also when in meetings I always address myself as “ Gail, living with early onset Alzheimer’s”

What I should say is “ I’m Gail, i was a manager in Local Government for 10+ years. Then in my early 40 i had a change in career, I opened my own business…Scottie dogs & Bears4u was born and i became a very successful online retailer personalising many different products. Our bears traveled the world even making an appearance on the XFactor

Being a manager or owning a successful business didn’t make me any better than anyone else. May be I’m not the kind of person that blows my own trumpet, maybe I don’t think I’m good enough ( for reasons I don’t wish to discuss)

It doesn’t matter if you are a doctor, a dentist a teacher, a writer, a cleaner, or a factory worker, we all bring something different, we are all as important as each other. You should never feel belittled or less worthy than anyone else.

You are You!

Most importantly others should not cherry pick people, just because your education or job title is what they perceive better than someone else.

I have begun to realise just how much value people in society places on titles, jobs, or education. Having a good education is something to be very proud of, but it doesn’t automatically make someone wiser, kinder, or more capable than someone who’s learned through real life. We shouldn’t judge or pick out.

Some of the smartest, most grounded people I know didn’t go to university, they learned through hard work, raising families, fixing things, simply finding their way through life’s ups and downs…These people had so much real life experience.

I grew up surrounded by people who worked with their hands, who didn’t always have a higher education, spoke with big fancy words, these people always had manners and wisdom. They were the people who taught me my manners, kindness, and to never give up! You can’t put those lessons on a CV.

The real life experiences shape the person you are, and to me that’s what really matters.

We so easily assume someone’s education background tells us everything about them…It doesn’t!

A degree might teach you a lot, but so can life.

Either way, there is value in both.

At the end of the day, how we treat people says more about us than what we’ve achieved or what we own.

We all have something to offer, our life stories, our skills, even empathy. No matter where we started, we all have something important to give.

We shouldn’t be comparing

We should be appreciating.

Most of all Education and Dementia should never define!

Monday 8th December 2025

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Having dementia doesn’t mean you lose your individuality or your self…You are still You! Your clothes and your own personal style, is still part of you!

A dementia diagnosis doesn’t mean you should loose your style in anyway.

One of the most personal ways we express ourselves is through the way we dress. Our clothes can hold so many stories throughout our years…Clothes are our own personal taste, our culture, and even our memories.

Dementia might change certain things, but it doesn’t erase who we are!

Fashion isn’t just about trends or neatness. It’s about identity.

That favourite jumper that makes me feel warm, cozy, those shorts that remind me of a holiday in Portugal or even the scruffy looking hat I wear for walking the dog. All these items carry comfort and Me!…It’s my personal style.

I know my style has changed as I have gotten older…I definitely don’t wear leather hot pants anymore!!

My clothes now are much more comfortable, I would say “still stylish”, but comfortable.

I now like clothes that are cozy and practical, I suppose I dress for the occasion. What ever the occasion maybe, walking the dog, shopping, going out for a meal, attending appointments…I’m me!

I suppose what I’m trying to say is…the best approach is to adapt, not abandon your own personal style…It’s finding that balance between practical and your own style.

I do tend to buy duplicates or as I call them backups! I hate it if I really like something and then it goes out of stock or they simply stop making the item, especially if it’s a favourite of mine.

I must say since dementia I do organise my wardrobe more, it’s just to help me navigate what to wear as I do struggle with making decisions, so having clothes in outfits and colour, helps me to choose.

I also have favourites or is it just familiarity, because I know a certain outfit is comfortable

Living with dementia doesn’t mean you have to give up your sense of style, you just have to find a balance of comfort and you!

Fashion isn’t just what we wear, it’s an expression of who we are and that should be celebrated at every stage of our life

Don’t let dementia change your style!

Be you!

Friday 5th Dec 2025

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It’s 7.30 in the morning and time to take our dogs for their morning walk. Today we are off to the beach, time to let Toby and Sooty burn off some energy, before me and hubby set off on a little adventure without our four legged friends.

Today we are making a visit to the Morecambe Bay Nature Reserve, and also going on a bit of a ramble a to explore Jenny Brown’s point in Silverdale.

We wait for the school traffic to subside before setting off on our little adventure.

Being quite a nervous passenger and anxiety has a way of taking over, hubby shows me the route we will be taking to try and elevate some of the anxiety.

With hubby’s rucksack packed with camera, binoculars, food, drinks, first aid kit…and more! We head off.

The roads weren’t too busy, motorway and then on to some scenic country roads. I don’t particularly like the country roads, far too windy for my liking, but we wasn’t on them for long before we was signposted to the Nature Reserve

I was shocked when we had to pass through a very narrow low bridge…A little bit of panic struck …Will we fit through?

We did fit through, with not much room to spare I might add!

We have arrived! Boots on bags on our backs we set off!

My first click of the camera, capturing a photo of what a beautiful clear day it is.

We step onto a narrow gravel pathway, the ground is firm beneath our feet, the sun’s warmth kissing our faces. On either side, tall reeds rise in dense clusters, all turning a golden colour as winter approaches, their feathery tops gently sway. Sunlight peeps through the reeds, creating dappled patterns on the path. Above stretches a perfect, endless blue sky.

In the distance we can hear birds, geese calling this is where the anxiety is forgotten and the excitement begins, every noise draws me into that magical place of nature with its surrounding beauty…Time breath!

We find a bird hide and sit for a good while capturing photos, hubby with binoculars, me with camera. Our world has suddenly become narrower, the rest of the world fades leaving only what we see through the lenses and to my excitement it’s a Kingfisher!

He might have been a fair distance away, but this beautiful striking little bird stood out as the sunlight caught his plumage his little body sleek and vibrant, shimmering blues and greens and orange sparkled.

There he was perched, overhanging the water, alert and poised, watching with intense focus. Then, with a sudden flash of wings, he darts, a vibrant streak of colour leaves my focus…He’s gone.

What a moment…it’s these moments that have become priceless, it just lifts my heart, the excitement of a new discovery, I don’t scream and shout with excitement, oh no the excitement is held within, a warm glow circulating my body, a reminder of how lucky I am to be connected with nature.

After spotting an array of different birds and capturing many photos, some of which I might add are not the best! We head off to find the Kiln Tower and Jenny Brown’s Point

The walk is flat with a pathway that is slightly raised running through the marshes.

It’s so peaceful, not a single person around, well not until we reach the copper smelt kiln tower and then the odd rambler passes with a smile and good morning!

There are many tales around this chimney but in 2017 after an excavation at the site, it revealed a sunken ash pit, deposits of coal which supported the theory that this was definitely a furnace. Probably built around the 1780s by the lord of the manor and was likely used to roast iron ore and copper ore, which would be mined from the nearby crag. After taking many photos of the chimney and surrounding area we sat and had lunch, taking in the spectacular clear views.

After refuling we set off to find Jenny Brown’s point, which wasn’t that far away

Who was Jenny Brown? And why was it named Jenny Brown’s point?

Some say Jenny was a nanny who drowned trying to rescue some children that was in her care. Others say she was a lonely old woman who would stand gazing out at sea waiting for the return of her lover who was lost at sea.

There definitely was two Jenny Brown’s in the 1600s that lived at the nearby Dykeshouse farm, a mother and a daughter. No one really seems to know the truth but Jenny Brown, but her name will always be attached to this beauty spot.

The walk and time spent outdoors with nature has certainly been a pleasant experience today, I think what made it even more special was capturing so many memories on my camera to relive that walk another day.

Monday 1st December 2025

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For many families, Christmas is the season filled with warmth, laughter, and family traditions. But some families, Christmas is not the season filled with joy and for those of us living with dementia Christmas can bring disruption, confusion, and emotional challenges.

The hustle bustle, the noise, and the break from our normal routine, all these things makes the whole build up to Christmas very difficult to navigate.

I used to love Christmas…The sparkle, the shopping, Christmas carols, Christmas films… I loved every thing about Christmas, I loved all the preparation…I thrived thinking of new Christmasy ideas.

How things have changed!

Now my sidekick is in tow…boy does he love to disrupt Christmas! The hustle and bustle, the preparation is now becoming unbearable.

It’s not that I don’t want to be part of Christmas, it’s just too overwhelming. I would love to have everything back to how it was, having all our family around the table, our children and grandchildren excitedly opening presents. The chaos, the laughter, the house overflowing with presents and most of all the laughter and the joy.

Now Christmas brings a kind of chaos that my brain struggles to handle.

As our our family dynamics changed, so did I …My sidekick appeared. An unexpected, unwelcome visitor!

And this unexpected visitor wasn’t just for Christmas!

The season that once brought joy, now brings a kind of chaos that my brain struggles to handle.

For me, I desperately need my routine as routines offer comfort and stability.

Christmas visiting or visitors can easily overwhelm me. Suddenly my living room (which once was a sanctuary) is taken over, by people, noise…chaos!

Visiting others can also be overwhelming, lots of people, so many conversations to follow. Music, tv, noise from toys and mobile phones…it’s a major sensory overload!

Even small things can throw me off track.

Trying to follow a conversation when my brain is already overloaded. I just feel myself shutting down, retreating. I suppose sometimes others could mistake my actions for not caring or being awkward, but inside I’m secretly screaming…my head is in overload mode!

What feels festive to one person can feel so unsettling to another.

Living with dementia has certainly changes how i experience the world, and that includes Christmas.

It’s like trying to celebrate in the middle of a snowstorm

It’s hard not to compare life to how it used to be…I miss being the one who hosted, cooked, and remembered every small detail. It’s just another small reminder of how much dementia can disrupt and take away.

The difficult part for me is trying to be honest with the people I love. To tell them when I’m tired, when I need a break, or when the noise is too much.

We now keep gatherings small, there won’t be any big family gatherings in our house this year, I need calm, comfort and familiarity. Our children have their own families to celebrate and make their own Christmas traditions.

Christmas with dementia is not the same, and pretending otherwise only adds pressure. What helps me is slowing down, letting go of expectations, and remembering that love doesn’t depend on memory, love is a presence when we feel connected in that moment even without remembering why

It’s ok to change Christmas.

So if Christmas feels unbearable at times, know you’re not alone. It’s okay to laugh, to step back, to cry, to rest…Be kind to yourself.