I don't remember the first time I thought that I would die from this sickness. But I do remember the first time I hoped I would.
Chronic Past
Tag: depression
Hiding From My Body
My journey of acceptance and relationship with my body has been, like so many, a very hilly ride where the depths have sunken to lows I can barely think of and the highs have offered breathtaking views of glory of Self.
The Irony of Our Lives – A Soul’s Question?
The following is the result of a late night and a racing mind. Enjoy - Jen x There is an irony in our lives that is unavoidable. Once you open your eyes to it and take in the truth of it, you can't help but see it everywhere. Or at least I can't. It… Continue reading The Irony of Our Lives – A Soul’s Question?
If Nothing Held Us Back
"I used to fear growing up timid. Now I fear growing up critical. Now I wonder if a critical nature indicates an inner bitterness and that in itself means that the world has won in curbing your nature that began as anything but cruel."
Character Building Stuff
What is 'character'? We're obsessed with building it, developing it, downright finding it. Or at least I am. Yet it was only today that I truly asked myself what I believe character to be. As a writer, I am fixated upon imagining up characters that are the right mixture of complex, intriguing and… Continue reading Character Building Stuff
// This Girl //
// This Girl // One decade ago, a girl of thirteen played with the silver band around her wrist. A friendship knot design. There is a lot to be learned at thirteen and perhaps sometimes, too much. But this girl was excited. This girl was ready. One year ago, a girl of twenty-two slept… Continue reading // This Girl //
The Girl That Was Before
The Girl That Was Before Four Years Ago - Age 19 It was 2013 and the lights were flickering too fast for my liking and everywhere smelled of the closeness of warm bodies. Sweat and warmth. In the nightclub light, we all glimmered. The music that played was a repetitive, lyricless beat but still everyone… Continue reading The Girl That Was Before
Worry is The Treadmill of Emotions
Hi everyone, Jen here. I struggle with how to word precisely what I wanted to talk about, yet I tried my best. So stick with me. In NUI Galway (where I am in my last year of college) there is a long corridor in one of the largest buildings, called the Concourse. Essentially, if you're… Continue reading Worry is The Treadmill of Emotions
