A little under two months have passed since you last heard from me. Two months down the line and I wish I could tell you that I just took a little holiday to Spain, or got too lost in a book.
Finally, for the first time since 2010, I am starting to believe in myself. I am starting to understand that experiencing pain doesn’t have to be a permanent affair. Instead, I can let the wounds heal and the scars fade, taking with them a lesson in strength.
The other night, for really bizarre reasons, I found myself in a car at 3:30 in the morning. I was a passenger, my mum driving us down the motorway. We put Babylon by David Gray on, and off we went. There is something so hypnotic about driving in the dead of night, few cars on […]
Whichever way you look at it. Whether you think I was costing the company money, or whether I was putting my colleagues through overtime or whether you think I should have just sucked it up and got on with it, the way I was treated was categorically wrong.