Is blogging still a thing?

Wow, didn’t even make it past the first six months before doubting everything I’m doing. There must be some kind of prize for this! As you can see, today I want to talk about blogging because the faster you go meta the quicker you can circle jerk! No, but seriously...

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Children of Solitude

Sitting at the bar of a cafeteria full of strangers, she looks out the panoramic window when the words fail to fall down her pen. With a slight frown and her cheek place upon her hand, she supports the thoughts that fight to come out all at once...

Sunday on Headington Street

I'm sitting in the bus, trying to read some material for a media and politics essay due on Friday, but I cannot concentrate. There are a million things around me that claim my attention. First, the steamy lights of the cars coming up St. Aldate's Street. They seem about to charge the double decker bus taking me home, turning right just before impact and disappearing. The Oxford town centre is half-deserted already, moist in the relentless rain. The guy in front of me is another distraction... His hair is a mess of toffee and chocolate. The swirls drape and melt down the nape of his neck and over the tip of his ears...

Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman – Review

Verdict: I wanted more, but I enjoyed it anyway. Right this is my first book review in this blog so bare with me please. I have heard about this book now for years and I've been wanting to read it from day one. So recently I decided to simply get it (I wanted it in my Kindle but it turns out it is not in e-book form too, at least in the UK) and I did. It sat on my shelves for a little while because I was finishing other fantastic read (See: future post about Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell), but I finally picked it up expecting it to be a fascinating and quick read...

Battling Fear

Most of the time the solution was simply to listen to myself. Maybe I was trying to do something that I really did not want to do. Maybe I just needed to recognise the doubt or the fear, know its size and decided that it didn’t matter anyway. Sometimes, the worst times, I find that there is no reason. That I’m afraid and I don’t know why. Then I know it’s anxiety. That dark little monster always over my shoulder, growing bigger or smaller by its own accord. Then I have learnt now that I just need to wait. That I need to do everything to keep going, just take it one step at a time. Little by little, step by step. Just survive until it goes away. Just survive. If that means calling a doctor or taking yourself to A&E or calling a Hotline, you do it. If it means calling a friend or abandoning all work and housework. If it means sleeping all day. You do it. You take your medication and you wait. Wait, wait, wait. Because whatever anxiety and, if she shows up, depression are telling you. You don’t really want to die, you just want it to stop. And it will stop. It will. Even when it feels unbearable.