Wishful adventurer, bad climber, & writer of unedited poetry. A blog candidly exploring mental health, veganism, & the tiny things that make life worth living.
Touchdown last Saturday. I arrived at my Barcelona hostel at 8pm, ready for an early night. But no. No no no. The hotel served up a free (vegan!!!!!!) meal, I got chatting to some cute Americans and a lovely guy from worked at the hostel. The next thing I know we’ve been to one of Barcelona’s many coffee shops (like Amsterdam, but sneaky) and we’re on out way to a free reggae ‘festival’ up, up, and up.
We’ve been lead into a political world that’s on its way to becoming a two-party system; we feel obligated to vote for one party because they provide the strongest opposition to the terrifying second party. Rather than a more sensible proportionate representation system, UK voters are instead thrown into an all or nothing situation and are faced with this unnecessary voting pressure.
So, whilst I believe that having a decent Green presence in Parliament would only be a good thing, the risk is that they would just be a smatter, drowned out by a Conservative majority. And that is just too great a risk.
Oooooh I was getting close! But, I’m back! And refreshed! And I’m not burned-out. Yay! Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been feeling a little emotionally fragile (more so than usual, anyway) and so I took a step back from my various activities and commitments to just do less. What is ‘burning out’? 1.”My […]
And by no means has ‘recovery’ been perfect. I managed to get myself into a nightmarish relationship straight afterwards, was further emotionally traumatised by Will.. uhh I mean Bill, and ended up quitting my whole life in Oxford. But, at no point since Recovery Day no.1 did I reach the lowest ever again. Why?
Because I knew I could fucking handle it.
And I’m not in control.
I know that, but
I feel okay, okay on this roller coaster
with its faulty harness
and its loosening screws
The dark clouds overhead are threatening to
electrify the metal track
and throw us into a darkness.
Talks were clearly already going on up in Head Office (likely they have been for years) and, as pressure mounted, those talks came to one small pay rise early last year, then another small pay rise later on in the year, and now…
£8.45 for retail sales assistants, with an extra £1 on top of that for Supervisors!
I guess I’ve been pretty quiet about what’s going on with me recently. Just lots of lunch pics on instagram, vagueness about what I’m up to, and sharing when I’m feeling positive and staying quiet when the negativity has been overwhelming. Well it’s been an interesting 2017, so far. I’m dating somebody really wonderful (I […]
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 […]
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 […]
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.
A Vegan Adventurer 