I ended my last post (9th January) with the line..
“there will be more where this came from. I promise.”
..and I didn’t quite keep that promise did I? Although, if we’re honest – I never actually committed to a date – but my flaky disposition when it comes to this blog is as much of a joke as the state of my current hair-do.
So where have I been? Good question. Physically my bedroom. Mentally anywhere else. I’ve been writing.. I really have. But other than my music work, anything remotely personal has been confined to the pages of my diary. And perhaps a vague instagram post or two. Or at very most, the Whatsapp inboxes of close friends. Just far too raw – even for me – to share with the world. Shit has been haaaaard. And not just in the quarantiney-lockdown-corona-no lime way. Its been a mix of depressive episodes, sky-high anxiety, stressy run-downess.. and a pretty traumatic event.
It’s one that I’m still processing, and have been attempting failing to write about for weeks. It currently stands waiting as a highly edited draft. And I’m not sure when it will see the light of day, but I do intend it to.
Despite this, I feel like I am coming out the other side of my dark cloud. Maybe its because there’s been about 200 series of Drag Race in the past year? The blossoming sunny weather or the fuzzy mirage of restrictions lifting in the distance? Who knows?
I’ll make no promises about writing again anytime soon, but just know that I will ..at some point.
And as always – Be kind to yourselves. I love ya x
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