I did it! I left the country! For the first time in foreeeeveeer! (okay a year and half feels like forever). Aaaand yes, it was a trip I can’t really afford and yes, it was a present for Gigi that was also a present for me, and YES, it was my favourite spontaneous decision of […]
Category: personal writing
2016 wasn’t all bad (even though it was pretty bad).
So 2016 did suck, in general. But it had some moments of beauty and fun and peace – if it didn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now. I want to end this year on a note of positivity. And if I can, I think the rest of us might be able to find some good […]
I cried for an hour and a half, and then they gave me a Wizard’s robe.
Goodbye Lush. Goodbye 2016. I’ve finally, after some more rejection and reflection, decided that I’m ready to say goodbye to Lush, to retail, and also say goodbye and fuuuuuck you to 2016 and everything (almost everything) it’s traumatized me with. But enough about that, this is about the Planets Spa Treatment I had at the […]
Procrastination level: NO! NaNoWriNO!
Okay so I missed day one… and day two. I’ll just write 3,000 words today. Does that surprise anybody though? Given my track record of laziness (especially in writing) it’s no surprise that the first proper writing challenge I give myself I end up trailing by two days, and it’s already 10pm on day three and […]
Why do we blog about our darkest and most personal moments?
Maybe these reasons are obvious, but when I get the question “why do you say so much, for so many to see?” I suddenly find the words to answer don’t form. At least until I work out what to say, I can just throw this blog post at them and run away. So, why do […]
I’m ready to talk: Part 3.
There’s no photos, no eloquent writings or suicide notes from the night, or the day after. Because it wasn’t glamorous or romantic, and I didn’t sit and cry beautifully and write loving poetry to my family. I didn’t take selfies or photos of my drip in the hospital and I wasn’t able to live blog […]
I’m ready to talk: Part 2.
Few and far between. For every blog post published is pages and pages of poetry, scribbles, journaling and non-sharing. It’s time to slowly slowly slowly try and let go. It’s been a really long time since all of this and I’m still just okay and I know I’m sometimes distant and sometimes snappy and often confused. I’m trying though. Bear with me.
I’m ready to talk:
I know it should worry me
but the sickness it bubbles up and not eating isn’t the most important thing, right now. I don’t care, I don’t care.
Desperate for sleep, with a dancing mind. Flinging itself
into each and every corner of my skull. Just to say
“hey,
i’m here, and I’m not quite done. I’m not quite ready to rest. I still have some dancing to do.”
Tomorrow is what I’m terrified of.
Breathe. There has been a lot. Of everything. Of those moments you’re so, so busy thinking about something that you’re not breathing. And a panic you don’t even notice or feel builds up but it’s numbness, you don’t seem to need to breathe. Only think. Tomorrow I will breathe, and I will do my job […]
Tomorrow is… next week. Oh shit.
OOPS! I kept up with this new ‘project’ for… *drum roll in my mind violently clashes with the Sigur Ros playing on Spotify*… TWO DAYS! I managed two whole days of writing and publishing in a row! Wow. And my explorations of my own feelings towards myself about achieving this? Well, I’m disappointingly shaking my […]