There is something very empowering about acknowledging that you have a choice. You can't control what happens in the world around you. What you can do is control how you respond. You can dictate how to deal with the situations you find yourself in.
We are always so quick to remember every little thing we shouldn’t have done, things we should have said but didn’t. We lie awake and relive the cringeworthy moments, and the downright awful ones. But how often do you look back at your day and give yourself a pat on the back?
Spring is here, after a long winter. To me, Spring means hayfever, fresh air, and new beginnings. The birds greet the day earlier and earlier, singing in the sunrise.
Redundancy is hard. It’s my third time now, and it isn’t any easier. That knowledge that the people you gave everything to just don’t value you anymore. That you aren’t needed anymore. That they chose someone else over you. It doesn’t get easier.
For the uninitiated, pantsing is the term for writing by the seat of your pants with little-to-no planning. Just sitting and letting the words flow, taking you wherever they dictate.
Today, I’d like to talk about hypermobility. If you are unfamiliar with the term, hypermobility means that your joints are more flexible. It's also referred to as being double-jointed. Some people experience pain, and some don't.
But the title of “Writer” is a mantle that has been worn by mountains, and I falter in their shadow. I cannot compare. I am never sure if I’m more afraid of failure, or success.
If everyone can recognise the signs, in themselves and others, we can save lives. If everyone understands that the picture perfect version of life we see in the media is a farce, we can save lives.
You don't have to be stronger. It's OK to still feel weak and shattered, and tired. Surviving, and struggling, isn’t lessened by the fact that you’re still breathing at the end of it.
So here are just a few questions I wish I'd known to ask, and that I wish someone had given me the answers to when I was alone in the dark. Questions I have never had the courage to ask out loud.
A Journey in Self Expression 