CURRENT READ: Girl A by Abigail Dean

I’ve been poorly since Saturday night. I spent what was left of Sunday, after getting out of bed at 2 pm, on this new read with lots of fluids an arm’s length away and relaxation being the only objective🧘🏽‍♀️🛀🏽

Reading has been steady lately but mental health has been quite the opposite, and this isn’t helped by my environment😔

My mantra today is “don’t let the emotional constipation of others affect you” and I’ve had a rocky start with it already, let me tell you😂 That said, I’ve been clutching a moonstone gifted to me by a new friend recently and thinking about the insightful tarot reading she gave as well as the potential significance of my restlessness. I’m hoping that this cave I’m currently trapped in is the dip before ascension🌚

Here’s to feeling better and using all the trials and tribulations for a Pulitzer-winning novel or Grammy-nominated album in the future🔮

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2 years on: the Great Depression

On 7th May, 2 years ago, I handed in my Masters thesis. I was super stoked and relieved, plus excited to crack on with trying to function like a proper human being again.

What actually happened was that I had 4 days of relative chill before the biggest mental breakdown of my entire life, in a swanky bar with Rebecca Deluce in the middle of Copenhagen, which resulted in me being really, really ill for a while instead…

This photo is bittersweet because I literally had no idea at the time that things were going to get hella lairy imminently: I thought I was already at rock bottom! Looking back, I can say that I’m truly super proud of myself for getting through one of the most challenging periods of my life so far. Plus, my mates and fam are absolutely solid and I wish everybody going through a tough time had that kind of support behind them. Wouldn’t be here without it.

So: life is like a box of chocolates, folks! Sometimes you think you’ve picked up a praline and you take a bite to find it’s orange, instead. It’s really, really sad but remember you can always pick up another choccy straight after and hope that one’s better.

P. S. this photo is the first in the folder I made of images from when I was poorly, remind me to take a look at those photos when/if I think about penning a PhD proposal in a few years’ time…