Personal Archives - Bex Spiller

She’s dead

This is part five in a series of stories – you can see them all (to read in order) here. You can also sign up to the mailing list at the bottom to be notified when new stories are published. Please note that the stories do sometimes get quite dark and may include mentions of addiction and…

The powder blue suit

This is part four in a series of stories – you can see them all (to read in order) here. You can also sign up to the mailing list at the bottom to be notified when new stories are published. Please note that the stories do sometimes get quite dark and may include mentions of addiction and…

How I got accepted for an MBA with no qualifications

My husband and I were waiting at the airport in Budapest, ready to come home after a long weekend break for my birthday. I hadn’t checked my emails much while I’d been away, as I’d vowed to try and be present and just enjoy the holiday. As I connected to the airport wi-fi I noticed…

Two red, two white

This is part three in a series of stories – you can see them all (to read in order) here. You can also sign up to the mailing list at the bottom to be notified when new stories are published. Please note that the stories do sometimes get quite dark and may include mentions of…

Paradise

This is the second part of the series of my story, which starts with The Missing Coat. From here on out there may be some distressing topics covered. Back in the ’90s, the tiny Greek island of Spetses was a weird mishmash of traditional Greek villagers running worry beads through their fingers and 20-something Brits…

The missing coat

I’ve been thinking a lot about time, fate, destiny, and the ‘Butterfly Effect’ recently. I often wonder if just one little thing had been different when I was growing up, would I be the person that I am today? Would I have lost so much and yet gained so much, too? The weird thing is,…

Does having a mental health condition help or hinder business owners?

I remember when I first met my MBA group face to face and I told them about my anxiety. I laughed about things being so bad that I’ve unplugged the phone in the office because I don’t have the confidence to answer it. They all thought it was a bit of a joke, surely an…