“Why do you write?” A simple question, with a thousand answers. I write because I want to escape. I think too much. I get lonely. The ideas pop into my head and they’ll bother me until I write them down. It’s the easiest way for me to communicate. It’s fun. It’s easy. I’m good atContinue reading “Why I Write”
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My backpack.
Therapy is fantastic. It can help you see your world from another angle, it can take that weight off your shoulders that’s been weighing you down for years, it can assist in finding your self-esteem. But you know what, sometimes, it just feels really shit. The thing is, it’s meant to be shit sometimes! It’sContinue reading “My backpack.”
The anger that comes with grief.
Grief. It’s a horrible thing. It’s lonely, it’s sad, and nothing can prepare you for how it will feel, because everyone experiences something different and for different lengths of time. I’ve experienced grief before, I’ve lost Grandparents, my Aunty and Uncle and many pets, but no loss has ever hit me quite like losing myContinue reading “The anger that comes with grief.”
My wings.
‘Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness yet still become something beautiful.’ – Beau Taplin After all the loss and grief I’ve experienced over the last year, my life feels as if it’s filled with gaping holes from what was, or was meant to be. I’m satContinue reading “My wings.”
Even too much of a good thing can be too much.
I like to think I’m pretty good at self-care, but I’ve come to realise I’m actually pretty terrible at it. Despite writing about it, learning about it and reading countless articles about it, I am still not quite able to get the hang of it. I seem to get mixed up between what I shouldContinue reading “Even too much of a good thing can be too much.”
People can be wrong.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been the kind of person to take on other people’s opinions of myself. I’m a bit of a sponge to those around me, which has always been my downfall. I’m not sure why I am so open to instantly take on beliefs of family, friends, acquaintancesContinue reading “People can be wrong.”
The Small Happies.
Many years ago, on one of my regular trips to Whitby, I bought a small wall plaque that read ‘Happiness is a way of life, not a destination.’ because I feel like that sentence reflects how I feel about life and happiness, and it’s always stuck with me. I think a lot of people putContinue reading “The Small Happies.”
Writing in chaos.
While I’m at work, my mind travels elsewhere and independently works on my writing while my body is stacking shelves. I become so excited about the scenes, characters, and blog posts I plan on writing. I get so lost in the ideas and they keep me going, only when I get home I’m too tired,Continue reading “Writing in chaos.”
It will never be So Long or Goodnight.
Every day without fail I look at both my TimeHop app and my Facebook memories. I only really use social media to document my life so I can be reminded of it in the future. Growing up I used to write in a diary every single day, which is amazing to look back on, butContinue reading “It will never be So Long or Goodnight.”
On the sinking ship.
I’ve been flicking through my 642 Things To Write About book recently, writing down any of the prompts that inspired me, and two jumped out and made me want to write about them: ‘Your favourite moment in film‘ and ‘How you feel about love these days‘ I couldn’t answer one without the other, as theContinue reading “On the sinking ship.”
Gwen Richards 