I’ve always hated having my photo taken. To be honest, there aren’t that many photos of me. I prefer it that way. I struggle with photos (especially selfies) because I hate the way I look. I pick it apart. Looking at a photo of me, is like when I look in the mirror: I have a feeling of sadness and disgust. That person in the photo isn’t me. But it is. It’s a reminder that I don’t look how I feel.Read More »
In a recent article, a school made the headlines for banning skirts in order to make the uniform more gender neutral, which in turn would help transgender pupils. As you can imagine, the keyboard warriors of the internet went bat shit crazy when the story broke. Typical.Read More »
Music, something we all connect with. It doesn’t matter what genre you’re into; when you hear music you love, it touches a part of you that nothing else can. I remember when I first picked up the guitar and started teaching myself some basic open chords, my dream was to make music that connected with people.Read More »
Following my pervious post, last week didn’t get any better. In fact, it started off in the worst possible way: I ended up having a complete meltdown. To be fair, with everything that has been going on, I was due one anyway…I just didn’t think it’d happen just yet or in the way that it did. I spent the rest of last week trying to sort my head and my leg out.
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So the week finished with mixed feelings. At times I was ok, but I was mainly drowning. I’m at the point where I’m seriously considering going back to the doctor’s before anything crazy happens and I do something stupid. I’ve been trying to figure out what is that’s causing this, hoping it’ll give me a clue as to how I can fix myself. But in all honesty, I don’t really know. Each day gives me a new suggestion for why I feel like this – but nothing certain.Read More »