Hi y’all! Long time no…write?

I wanted to write about something extremely close to my heart right now and I feel safest in my written world. Plus, you know, I wanted to tell you all. Quick note to say sorry for my lack of writing on this blog. You can pretty much make up your own excuse for why I haven’t written and it’s probably true; except for spending my time with a cat. I hate cats.

Recently I’ve undergone some…lets call it ‘spontaneous relationship de-cluttering’. No you know what, that’s too negative. Lets just say I ran out of glitter. However, despite my lack of glitter I really cannot believe how supportive everyone has been. I’m super appreciative that all my bosses and lecturers are being so understanding about mental health (or shall I keep with the metaphor and say arts and crafts?). They understand that just because there’s something different about the way I think, shockingly, it doesn’t mean my IQ is lower than a sloth’s. I feel completely blessed to know people who treat me like an equal whether I’m well or not; I know not all sufferers are as lucky. For anyone out there who doesn’t understand: Mental health problems don’t stop you from being ambitious and wanting to live life to the full. To describe it as a physical illness…I imagine it feels like trying to run a race with only one leg. The ambition is there, the drive is there, you’re motivated, you’re inspired but there’s something out of your control that will try and hold you back – kind of like you want to be a hair model but have alopecia. You just have to keep going through all the pain and embarrassment and show the world how damn well you wear a wig.

I feel so lucky to be surround by people who are nothing but encouraging. From the bottom of my heart, thank-you.

Over&out.