I recently wrote about how always being connected to my phone is affecting my mental health. How always being switched on to current affairs is putting me at an all time low. As this is an issue that keeps on reoccurring, rather than just write about it, I decided it was time to do something about it.
It was Ryan’s idea – lets try out reading a book that the other person loved in the last year. Honestly, I wasn’t keen on the idea. Our reading tastes are so different.
Reading Ghosts by Dolly Alderton bought back the memories of my own experiences of being ghosted. An experience that has only come about in the last couple of decades with more communication moving from human interactions to the screen on our phones.
Don’t know about anyone else, but the last year has been bringing out the angsty teenager in me. On the phone to a friend the other night, we discussed how the pandemic has left us in a constant state of feeling overwhelmed by our emotions – much like when we were teenagers.
Music has the power to influence and evoke emotions. There are artists who seem to manage to delve into your darkest inner thoughts. In 2009 Florence & The Machine, later changing to Florence + The Machine broke onto the airwaves. Here was an artist who felt as intensely as I do.
We are overwhelmed with bad news every second of every day; making it hard to know what to focus on.
Although in 2020 I read more fiction – probably as a way to escape from the doom of real life – memoirs are one of my favourite genres. Unlike biographies or autobiographies, in memoirs the author only details a particular event or a number of significant events that have shaped their lives thus far.
For the first time in your adult life, you are willingly asleep long before the stroke of midnight on New Years Eve. 2020 moves into 2021, passing you by because you are snuggly tucked up in bed.
TW: disorderly eating and bulimia.
I, like so many of us put on weight this year. It felt like one day I woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed what looked to me like huge, red, blotchy stretch marks, surrounding my hips and thighs.
Lack of sleep is my number one enemy. I also have a habit of getting hangry but this is easily solved. I am not however, someone who miraculously manages to function on a few hours shut eye; sleep brings out the best in me.