Music has had a special place in my heart for as long as I can remember. From listening to singing to learning to play my first instrument. Music becoming a coping mechanism and a reward and something for when I'm bored. I'll be the first to say, I am not the greatest musician in the… Continue reading Something to be Enjoyed
I want to be honest with you all on here, but I don’t know how honest I can be. I want to tell you the ins and outs of my depression and why I cry when I cry but I don’t know if I can. I say this because my eyes are leaking as I… Continue reading Honesty?
Change. I have a fear of change, I imagine a lot of people do. My fear of change comes from a deep root in my being that whenever something changes in my life - it’s going to get worse. When I move house, whenever I stay overnight somewhere new, I have this thing which I've… Continue reading Change, Insecurity, Loneliness
It has been many weeks since I last wrote a blog post; similarly to the last time, it’s not because I didn’t have anything to say - I had too much to say and I didn't know how to write it down. Now is probably not the best time for me to be writing to… Continue reading Um
It is Mental Health Awareness Week and I thought I would take this opportunity to tell you more about my battle with mental health. There are parts of my fight that I am particularly open with, yet there are parts I keep deep within my soul. Mental Health presents itself in different ways for every… Continue reading Mental Health Awareness Week 2017
Dear Me, This blog is for you Louise, and you alone. I, you, will be writing this so that you can look back upon it when you feel like utter crap. You don't feel brilliant now, but you've definitely felt 100 percent worse. So swings and roundabouts, right? So. You've put on a Spotify playlist… Continue reading Dear Me
A tunnel doesn’t last forever, and other car drivers want to help you. There is always a light at the end, even if it does seem far away. Right now, I’m stuck in a tunnel and it’s starting to become darker and heavier. People are calling out to me trying to help but I can’t accept it. I put on a brave face saying I can do it, I can get out of the tunnel. I say I’m fine. One day, I’ll get out of the tunnel. I’ll follow another car, someone will get into my car or I’ll feel God with me.