Throwback Post

To be honest, I was looking for something to repost, something worth your while. And I stumbled across this particular post from November 2024.

Remembering November – throwback post

The post is an archive of sorts. I did well with those posts, but only a year later I had already forgotten they existed. Good thing I go down the archives once in a while to be reminded of little gems.

Another piece worth revisiting from November 2024 is this one:

It’s the musical/spoken version of a poem called Threads that I wrote. The words and the voice are mine; the music and production are Daniel Cavanagh / Weather Systems. His music elevated my words into a different sphere.
The piece is about feeling a presence; something universal, something constant yet impossible to explain. It drifted into a more spiritual space than I normally write in, but it felt right. It isn’t about romantic love; it reaches deeper.
And, as always with poetry, it remains open to your own interpretation.

https://on.soundcloud.com/qDWJGHn7Qfd52eV6ba

Thank you for being here and seeing me. It matters.

You see, I had a couple of not so great days. Two days ago everything happened at once: losing my keys, my diary, my necklace, breaking my favourite pair of boots because I fell up the stairs (the sole came off). It was also the birthday of my father in law and of a woman who is very dear to my heart, and in all the chaos I forgot to wish her a happy birthday. And it was the anniversary of my grandma’s passing.

The entire day was simply too much and resulted in anxiety. I overreacted, but that happens after a night of no sleep and overstimulation. By the way, I found everything again.

Then yesterday started well, until suddenly during class in the morning my head began hurting. It was dull at first, until it developed into a migraine not thirty minutes later. I took some meds, but they did not kick in. In the meantime my eye began watering and my head felt like it was about to split in two.

My colleagues urged me to go home, which I did, skipping a team meeting. Once home, nausea was added to the mix and the headache became much worse. It became so bad that I called into work and said I would not be in today. I do not do that lightly. It feels like failure, like letting everyone down. But I needed it.

There is still a dull ache behind my left eye.
Maybe you are wondering why I am sharing all this here. It is easy. It is something I noticed in myself. I am the one who carries everyone through storms, but when I am in need of a lighthouse it seems as if they are out of lighting bulbs.

This blog is an emotional home where I do not need to carry everything by myself internally. I know the way the blog is conceived means it does not invite comments or likes. It feels too intrusive, does it not? But that is alright.

One truth remains. If you are here, reading or maybe even clicking the links, you are part of the journey. You are invited to witness the tiny pieces of myself that I reveal. Apparently I reveal everything and nothing at all. I like that idea.

Goodnight, sleep tight.