Category: BEDA 2019

When I moved down South seven months ago, I never dreamt that I would feel a sense of stability or comfort here. I came back to Surrey yesterday, and my first day back has been full of sunshine and being reunited with my friends. I did my food shop and the simple act of reclaiming… Continue reading Day 30 – Catharsis

April showers bring May Flowers. And my April has been rainy. But I'm hoping that I've sown the seeds and the showers will bring me what I need to get through May. I'm ready for a new month and a new chance and new challenges. Every year I tell the similar anecdote of what May… Continue reading Day 29 – May Flowers

I often try to find myself mirrored in other people and in characters that I read about or see on television. There's something about growing up on my own which left me with a residual sense of loneliness and isolation even around others. I try to find my reflection in other's to validate my characteristics.… Continue reading Day 28 – Reflection

I don't remember my childhood with rose-tinted fondness. There's no amount of nostalgia which leaves me yearning for the 'easier' times of growing up, or the simplicity of being young. There are two reasons for this: I'm an only child and spent a lot of time on my own. I had a great time in… Continue reading Day 26 – Girlhood

I used to tell lies all the time when I was little. To this day, I still don't know why I did it. Maybe because I had an overactive imagination, maybe it was because I had protective parents, maybe it was because I had no siblings to blame anything on. But I still remember the… Continue reading Day 24 – Liar, Liar.

There are different friends for different needs and situations. Some are there for a good time, some are there to be bad influences, and some are unreliable social butterflies. There are friends who are fun, who you always call up because you want them at the big house party. The one's who bring the energy… Continue reading Day 23 – When the Party’s Over

Before uni, I could cook one meal really well. I didn't have any confidence in the kitchen and convinced myself that I hated cooking. After two years, I began to experiment with smaller dishes to gain experience and little by little, my self-assurance grew. It wasn't until I moved in with my partner and we started… Continue reading Day 22 – Nourishment

I've said before -- I have a habit of being mildly over-dramatic. I obsess over the small things. I fixate on the minute details. Part of it is my anxiety, but most of it is just me. Sometimes, it really does feel like the end of the world. The amount of times a boy broke my… Continue reading Day 21 – It’s the End of the World

For years I've felt as if I was in a weird, undefined period of my life, in a lull from one stage to the next. During my three year degree I constantly felt stuck, until I graduated and it was over too soon. But then I started my Master's, and whilst it's a new period… Continue reading Day 20 – A Liminal Space

When I was younger, I felt an attachment of shame to my name. 'Darcy' was an unusal name when I was growing up. (And yes, I was named after Pride and Prejudice). In a playground full of girls with 'normal' and often repeated names, I felt like mine stuck out too much when I wanted to… Continue reading Day 19 – Without Your Name, Who Are You?