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My days, it's been so, so long since I updated this blog!
To anyone who still reads, I am so, so, so sorry.
Life just sort of got in the way—big time.
So, how are you? That's a good question. Well, while I can't hear your answer, I can only say that I hope you are doing as well as you can.
How am I? Geez, what a long question. How do we cover three years in one short post... well, let's try.
Well, I started an apprenticeship 4 years ago at my local authority as a member of business support, while finishing off my master's degree, which had been extended due to COVID. COVID actually helped me in many ways. Not actually getting it—that made me very, very unwell—but I learned who my true friends are, that I was really burnt out mentally; and being surrounded by such high death numbers has actually cured (almost) my phobia of death—long story short, in school, my drama teacher made us re-enact a school shooting, and I developed the phobia and would have nightly panic attacks for the next 10 years. Then COVID happened, and over the 2 years, it's virtually gone. Now it's 2025, and I can actually have a restful night's sleep.
Anyhoo, so I started an apprenticeship which ended with me becoming a permanent member of staff, and now I've been there 4 years. I work in health, specifically paying hospital bills and analyzing data. But I'm always learning. I've also been on the next level of apprenticeship... and I'm ready for it to be over.
I no longer have contact with a toxic ex-friend, a narcissist. That's relatively old news, but a good banishment spell after our last argument has meant I've not had to deal with her. Though she does do this comical strut suddenly if she notices me in town. At this point, it's such old news that now I just chuckle at it.
My best friend got married! In fact, today is their first wedding anniversary and 11th year being together. I hope they've had a magical time today!
I finally got diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, which has now meant that at work, I get some accommodations to make working easier for me, and it means I've got quite a bit of work to do compared to most people. I go to bed, and I risk my shoulders dislocating. I have to have a diet rich in protein, magnesium, and vitamin B12, as well as a higher level of sodium. It’s been both liberating to have my condition confirmed and draining, as now I need to care for myself differently, or at least in a way that's better for my body.
Last year, I went on antidepressants after a concussion, so I was put on sertraline as the damage was causing mood problems. We found out it helps with my pain levels and anxiety. So I stuck with it until the last couple of weeks—I am now dealing with the symptoms that come with tapering off medication that affects your brain. Vitamin B12 spray helps with the symptoms, though!
I can legally drive now—scary thing and very hard work for me due to the above condition, causing issues with my hand, but the car is called Freddie-Ray after my grandad, who sadly, last month, died due to poor mental health, self-neglect, and health problems. It has been very hard and upsetting. But we are trying to take it one step at a time. Also, if you're wondering why I named the car after him—well, it was his car, and while he was alive, he wanted to give it to my family, so it made its way to me. It is now pimped out with mushroom decor, and pop music is already in its stereo.
I had a boyfriend; however, we split up 3 months ago this week after a year and a bit—honestly I'm at the "good riddance" stage and whilst I do wish good luck to him- I also wish him to take on board a very hard lesson on how to treat people- or better yet how not to treat them- because you can't just treat people the way I was treated no matter what you've been through or feel like. Not one of my better partners, for sure. I’d basically been led on to the point we were buying a house together at his request—only for him to become avoidant, emotionally cold, and then snarky and even a little mean towards the end. He told me that he was certain the only reason he’d been getting off during the last couple of times we were intimate was because he’d been drinking alcohol... not gonna lie, no matter what, that's just arseholeeee vibes... Glad to say I am finally moving on, because that was just a cruel thing to say, and now I have to build my confidence up from scratch—all because of his words and behaviour towards me. I always had confidence issues with my face, my weight and the fact that I have a resting grumpy face; and I come from a background where you had to appear a certain way to prevent bullying.
I also found out within a week of my grandfather's funeral that he had actually got in contact with his ex within days of the break-up. I won't grass up what he was doing, but let's just say that I lost respect for him, and I really didn't need to see screenshots of some of those conversations from his ex as she played things off dramatically. He's been blocked and unfollowed where possible to prevent drama, as I just can't deal with any more of it. I told him I'd be respectful in a group setting, but that girls stick out for each other, and to lose my number. It's all I could say as I'm so drained right now, and I was so angry, and it was like rubbing salt in the wound. I am also avoiding his ex, too, as I have a sneaky suspicion she was stirring the pot- she's friends with the toxic narcissist I mentioned. So I'm just being careful and avoiding. Means a delay in seeing my family over in Australia, as she's also where my aunt lives. But easy enough to avoid day to day.
So yes, the years haven't been kind, especially the last 2, but there've been a lot of good things too. I have my very first tattoo. It's a reminder to breathe, using the air alchemy symbol, moon phases, and other symbolism for home and pathways. I got it done in brown ink only, as I want my skin decorated with a more natural colour. I would say I am trying to be healthy again, but after that first break-up month, where I was working out daily and starving myself until I felt unwell... I've decided the focus should be on loving myself again- carbs and belly and all.
I will eventually get back into fitness, but I have a lot going on right now first. I will be trading at a convention in August over a three-day event! I sell alternative jewellery- specifically choker collar necklaces. Which I upcycle and add crystals and other things too. I just hope they sell well! I'm super excited and have even bought new business cards, made a custom tablecloth and runner- I have even sorted camping gear as it's a three-day event!
My main priority at the moment is investing in myself, spoiling myself with self-care. For instance, I put off buying quirky glasses to fit in; I wore a cheap, ugly pair that wasn't my style. Now I am sitting here in prescription heart-shaped glasses typing like there's no tomorrow. I'm organising my finances so I can finally be debt-free- soonish ish I hope, because I want to start saving for my house deposit. I'd like to purchase my grandparents' family home to keep it in the family. Though it's probably too expensive to run and I'd only own a portion, as my grandmother, though not at capacity, is still alive, so it would be super wrong to move in. I'll keep my options open.
I have been social too, I try to meet up with some of the good people I met through my ex; I've also tried to meet up with them and other friends and family more. Though it is difficult with the mutual friends as they're all very music-oriented, and I'm very out of touch with that. Sometimes it's like they speak another language; I feel sad when I can't connect with people. So I hope I'm able to find a place of some sort, still with them- awkwardness between me and ex and all. Though I have a sneaky suspicion things are cooling off between me and them on their part, as I tend not to go out in the evenings compared to them. And when I do, I feel so awkward and like I shouldn't be there- the vibe is beginning to feel off, and I can't put my finger on it. Which is ridiculous, as they always said I'd be welcome. Gotta love anxiety, right? I guess we will find out if it's in my head as a silly worry or if my gut is right.
I've booked a week off to rest and sort my convention stuff out, so hopefully I'll be able to do some fun stuff soon too. Some DIY, some driving, sneaky Starbucks or Maccies trip. Double chocolate chip frappe, anyone?
I really want to get back into writing this blog. And I'd love to compile what I learn into a book for beginners. With enough info in to get people started, without shoving ideology down people's throats and encouraging its readers to make their own choices and get creative.
We'll have to see how this goes; I can't promise a perfect, regular upload. And whilst I know I only have like 3 followers. Blogging just helps me relax, gives me a creative outlet without needing to worry about energy.
So let's welcome in a new adventure and some new content!
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- WitchyBird