life, personal

A kind of writers block that isn’t quite writers block. 

I've had a pretty good few months writing wise. I'd go as far as to say I've been on a creative high. Like, I didn't mean to blog multiple times a week, I didn't plan on my posts consistently surpassing one thousand words. I was proof reading my writing back and actually enjoying the process.… Continue reading A kind of writers block that isn’t quite writers block. 

anxiety, life

A Bell Jar of Stress and Trying to Leave it. 

I accidentally reached the point where who I am as a person is synonymous with being stressed, which was entirely unintentional and not the dazzling personality trait I'd hoped for. Maybe we all should have seen it coming when my Mother used to say I had frog fingers thanks to my bitten away nails making… Continue reading A Bell Jar of Stress and Trying to Leave it. 

Faith, life

Refocus.

When I got home I was hollow. Cried out. Exhausted. I ended up outside in the dark, laying on the pavement, searching for the stars between porridge clouds. The stars have always been my safe place. One of my first memories is from back in 1999, my family had moved from the city to a… Continue reading Refocus.

life, personal

Alternate Universes (I’m learning to live in this world)

When I was in school I knew a boy who believed in alternate universes. We had Materials and Design Tech together in year ten, and he'd often find his way to my work bench where he would sit and discuss his theories with me. Theory Boy believed that there could be an infinite number of… Continue reading Alternate Universes (I’m learning to live in this world)

life, personal

Scattered.

I've been trying to figure out how I feel at this point in my life for a few days now. Nothing really fits. Things are ultimately going pretty well for me on a superficial front, and I'm enjoying that a lot. But. I can't work myself out. I have to know things, a strength and… Continue reading Scattered.

life

I’m Talking to Me. (or, a hypocrite speaks)

Sometimes I want to be together, I want to sound intelligent, well researched. I want to everything to progress through a series of steps until it reaches a conclusion, my life to be like a well-formed essay. Sometimes I think I just need honesty. I am a mess. Like completely. I can’t think of a single… Continue reading I’m Talking to Me. (or, a hypocrite speaks)

life

Brii is back (and better than ever)

Hallo. I'm back. I haven't written here in over a year. Nearly a year and a half. A long time. Back in January 2016, I wrote about how 2015 had been a year. Sometimes I think I jinx myself by categorising events as the most challenging ever™ because 2016 was even more of ~a year~ than… Continue reading Brii is back (and better than ever)