When one person ghosts another, there is a split down the middle. The good guy, and the bad guy. The right and the wrong. The victim and the perpetrator. Call it what you want. It’s still terrible.
I spend a lot of time online where everybody – including myself – is putting their best foot forward, marching with confidence, leaving their baggage slightly out of the camera shot and condensing the good bits into 240 characters or less.
I have been on this wonderfully confusing planet for 26 years now, and I have spent most of them in a relationship. In primary school, I was the playground Romeo. I would start the day with one girlfriend before walking down the (pretend) aisle with a different girlfriend at lunch time. I would hold their […]
As 2017 burned, things in my life began to shift in a way I had never seen before. I had changed jobs, I had watched my relationship crumble and I had completely lost myself. I no longer noticed who I was when I caught my own reflection. My head felt like unfamiliar territory and I […]
We spend so much time stuck on the past, you and I. I think that is part of the territory with mental health; a part of you is always stuck in the past. Mulling over situations. Analysing every tiny detail, wondering where it went wrong, forgetting to champion the moments that went really well.