I turn 24 in June, by now I thought I’d have my shit together; how wrong was I. Seeing people my age, whether it being close friends, family or my partner doing so well, I find it difficult to comprehend that I’m still stuck in a bubble I simply cannot burst and haven’t been able to since I was around eighteen.
Happy New Year! I’ve been eager to begin writing again for months and failed miserably at finding time to myself or to find any form of inspiration. Since taking on ‘blogging’ as a hobby almost three years ago, I never realised how therapeutic it was to sit down and write about something I’m truly passionate about or to even have the excuse to offload some thoughts and feelings into Pages on my laptop or Notes on my iPhone.