On 17th March 2020, two months ago, I wrote: “But I’m hopeful. Things will stabilise and get better, because they have to. I’m trying not to think too much about the details of how we’ll get there.” Grappling with uncertainty Just under a week later, on 23rd March, the UK would enter lockdown. And hereContinue reading “Lockdown, two months on”
I stopped waking up to alarms about a year ago. It’s a luxury few can afford, but one that I implore more people take (if they can).
I vaguely remember, when I was younger, being told by someone – a friend, or a TV show, or a YouTuber – that we should be comfortable with our quirks, because they’re the parts of us that the person we are romantically ‘meant to be with’ will love the most. The mole on your stomach,Continue reading “On imperfection”
Sometimes, in our narcissistic human brains, it’s difficult to consider catastrophes to be anything but a personal attack on our happiness. Thousands, perhaps even millions, of people around the globe are affected, are suffering worse than I am, but it always comes back to ‘I’, and how the affects on this ‘I’ are unparalleled. NoContinue reading “Grappling with uncertainty”