All posts tagged: true story

The Rawness of My Skin

Skin. My skin at least. It’s a constant battle. There’s the calm before the storm. Then there’s the aftermath which is the worse bit as you’re left to pick up the pieces and attempt to ‘fix’ your skin again. (I hate that word. It’s such an artificial word and suggests there was something very wrong when many more people suffer the same way.) It destroys your confidence and you feel like you’re back to zero again. Back to square one. The feeling of heartbreak at this point, is quite an understatement as you look to calm yourself (and your skin) down again but inevitably just feel all-round shitty about yourself. Feeling deflated and deadbeat is probably a better way to put it. Although don’t get me wrong, I have my good days too and generally have better control now. The idea of skin first came to my attention at the age of 12. And I’m not even talking about acne, pimples and blemishes although I did experience those things. I’m talking about a skin condition that solidly …

Being the Only Creative in your Group of Friends

It’s a gloomy Monday, and needless to say, it rained. All day. Okay, maybe a little exaggeration but you get the picture. So nothing new there for British weather, as it’s meant to rain now for the rest of the week. Anyways, how’s everyone? I hope well 🙂 Today’s post is very different to my usual posts (or at least what I have posted so far) but nonetheless, has always been relevant to my being. I am telling it like it is. How it was, and how it (sort of) still is. Just as the title describes. I suppose it’s nothing new actually but I do feel that people never talk about it (i.e. like the elephant in the room). I think I have always been creative, although I was equally very good at school and did well academically. But most of this was on my own. Being creative I mean. I was always interested in crafty things, and just seeing how things worked, held together…the tricks of the trade. Maybe it was just a hobby at …

Good Teachers are Good Therapists (true story)

Forgive me for my absence from the blog in the past month or so (excluding my last post which I posted a few days ago). I needed some more time to digest other parts of my life although my mind was always conscious of ideas for this blog as well as a collaborative blog. I passed my driving practical test Friday afternoon. It was my first driving test ever and I passed it. I know how easy that sounds, and that’s when words can be deceiving. But the journey was somewhat long and felt even longer (because you get impatient and start doubting your abilities, and also have bad days). I went through a few instructors before I found one that was actually encouraging enough but not patronising, who cared and gave me two hours of their time that wasn’t a waste. (You wouldn’t believe how many seem to rob your money and your soul). Now that that path is over and fulfilled, I actually don’t know what to do with my time (I do, but mentally …