a little vent
To be honest, I’m not even sure what this is. A blog post, some sort of diary entry maybe? I have no clue. All I know is that the one thing I want to do when I’m struggling is write, something which I haven’t done freely in years. Taking a journalism degree meant that my writing for the past 3 years was often times forced and made to meet deadlines, as opposed to the creative and free writing process that I fell in love with. So, after a shitty day in which I’ve probably felt every range of negative emotions a human can, I am going to write. For myself if not for anyone else. Since leaving uni my life has been pretty rubbish, I won’t lie. Learning how to cope with the knowledge that one of your parents has a terminal illness and essentially a time frame on their life is a hard pill to swallow. I don’t think anyone should ever have to witness the suffering of a parent, let alone a 21-year-old and honestly, I’m still in a sort of disbelief that it’s happening. I guess that moving ba