My little struggle

Sometimes I find even the smallest, most insignificant things indescribably awful. Too high to climb, I stand at the bottom, my mind riddled with worst case scenario thoughts that freeze me rigid and make me want to retreat into a dark hole.  The choice between having a go at life and hiding is a constant …

When. To. Stop?

We applaud carrying on. Not letting anything or anyone stop us. As if the absence of change is strength itself. Carrying on and showing up during the worst times reflecting brightly on our characters.  Whilst inside we have not felt darker. The need to stop pushed aside, Until we have no choice and our bodies …

Chasing Life.

I have a sudden urgency to experience everything. To let nothing pass me by. To take life for everything it has. With this, I have a low tolerance for the past. For bridges that should stay burnt. That, for now, do not need re-building. I do not need to analyse history. I am happy to …