Scribbles

It’s 3.36am on Tuesday 19 June and somehow I always seem to start writing just before bed when I get all sad and contemplative. I usually know it’s bedtime when I can’t muster up the mental strength to avoid sentimentality and shut off the parts of my brain I try to not hear even though they are constantly screaming at me Without getting into lurid detail, today was a weird day. I had a job interview in the morning which I was on time for and in general I felt like I kind of had my shit together for the first morning in a Long time. I even jogged before that so yeah.  Then, it started raining and I got cold and wet and I was nauseous and feeling weak: a testament to my theory that I’m actually an elderly woman trapped in this body. Met someone for lunch and it was great. It made me realise how much of a sucker I am for surprises (why, media, why must you trick me into falling into such stereotypes???)  For the first time in a Long time, I was in the city in the da...

It’s 1.11am on Monday 18th June and I’ve decided to take a small step towards recovery.  A Forewarning: this first post (and probably many others) contains stream of consciousness writing This blog will track my progress in journeying towards finding purpose and light in a world that hasn’t treated me badly, but that I struggle to comprehend on a daily basis. Somehow I always seem to see the negatives over the positives. Guess that’s why I’ll never get into film photography. Hah.  This blog will serve as an archive of my stream of consciousness, in endeavours to respect and love myself, as well as the people around me more. I promise to strive towards these goals (which may change over time, varying from the next moment to the next year etc.)  Write here when I need to, with the appropriate discretion which comes with the modern age of #hashtags and #cynicism. Due to the nature of this medium (a blog), some writing will be done in code to protect people and...