A long while back I was A Vegan Adventurer, then it was A Vegan Abroad, then A Vegan Mess (all apt for the time), and now… it feels like A Vegan Adventurer is the right fit for me after all. It’s just taken a little growing into.
“And you’ve already lost all side mobility in that ankle. That’s gone.”
Laying in a hospital bed, high on morphine, I stared at a surgeon who was explaining to me in no uncertain terms that I had FUCKED UP.
I just wanted to check in with you all, and let you know I’m still here, and yes, I’m a little depressed but I’m fully functioning and not in any danger of disappearing anytime soon.
After more than FIVE months of being essentially homeless, I have moved into my new place. With its bathroom-per-person, adorable kitchen space, patio doors-leading-out-into-the-garden charm. With my best friend. It’s safe to say I am so very joyful and so very excited to settle here in Leeds.
At this moment in time, my possessions are scattered, in storage, in bags, different postcodes. I’m feeling that wave of weirdness that accompanies unemployment, and I’m gearing up to start again, again. I have caught myself in continually expressing the same sentiment over and over again, –“wow I’m going through a really big change right […]
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 […]
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 […]
Sharing about mental health, physical health, traumatic events, and the personal is something that connects us, and is a tool for self-expression as well as knowing that you’re not the only one.
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 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
i’m here, and I’m not quite done. I’m not quite ready to rest. I still have some dancing to do.”