I wrote about how I’ve been obsessively finger picking to cope with anxiety, and finding help from an anxiety ring.
I wrote about what makes me tick and following my passions, wanting my children to find their own passions too, and why in general I believe we all should find what makes us tick.
I know these posts are annoying. So, in advance, I apologise. The reason I’m doing it is because I feel like I need to. I manage and understand my thoughts best through writing, and 2021 has been an incredibly hard year for me (and everyone) but I have also accomplished so many things I never …
I wrote about why I feel like people need moral leadership from politicians who are willing to live by a moral code as well as preach one.
I wrote about rediscovering a love of drawing and art in adulthood, and changes I went through.
I wrote about the devastating case of Arthur, and how we should be motivated to use our power to save those who are vulnerable and abused.
Do you ever feel like you’re falling? Not falling anywhere, just falling. As if life is a rabbit hole and you are Alice. But instead of landing in Wonderland, full of excitement and fear, you just keep falling.