Life is a mess... so welcome to my blog!
So... apparently I'm blogging.
Which, technically means I'm writing, right?
As far as life is going at the moment, I am going to pat myself on the back and call it a win.
Writing with depression and anxiety
...Cheery title, eh? The truth is, I currently fit the stereotypical portrait of a poet during the beat generation in New York City. Or a scene from Rent anyway. The only difference is I reside in a rather lovely but twee village called Tansley in Derbyshire, England. It isn't New York but we have two pubs, two churches and zero shops. So at least our priorities are firmly in place. However, everything else ticks the relevant boxes for the 'failing writer' poster girl. I am recently unemployed from a job I loved, I have a pile of empty but very pretty notebooks, a word document with unfinished ideas, and a prescription of Sertraline to boot. Pass me a bottle of rum and shut all the curtains and I'm practically Ginsberg, just without the genius words. On a side but relevant note, I just wrote 'Asda delivery- 11/12ish' in my planner, just so the week looked less bare. I also contemplated opening a spam email entitled 'Is your mascara letting you down? It&
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