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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—good riddance and good luck to him. 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 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... arseholeeee... Glad I’m out of that, 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 to me.
So yes, the years haven't been kind, but there's been a lot of good things. 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 it to
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