a conversation with myself I

I’m sad. Again? What? Yes. Is there a limit or something? Well no, but they’re getting more and more regular. What are? Your episodes. The blank-face-wall-staring, the gut wrenching realisations that life is futile and pointless, the scrunched up faces… Alright that’s enough of that. I’m sad and we need to figure out why and … Continue reading a conversation with myself I →

Here’s to making a move

I've been threatening to do this for many months now. But that ever-growing part of my brain that tells me I'm not good enough would always stop me at some point during the process. Who cares what I have to say? Why do I think my voice is important enough for people to take time … Continue reading Here’s to making a move →