Weetbix and sugar,

All my life I believed that I didn't deserve nutri-grain, that I couldn't obtain nutri-grain; a childhood spent deprived of such luxuries. I never thought I'd be captain, I never thought I'd rise above. A life spent missing the mark, falling short, the usual story of trauma and unrealised potential. Experiences that shaped me, that … Continue reading Weetbix and sugar,

The life simplified.

Once I was obsessed with movement, in the truest sense; my mind danced the cha-cha with dreams of success. Tense, pent up energy, manifesting as movement, moving around, searching for something outside of myself to soothe the existential dread. I believed that I was not enough, and to become enough I must become successful, for then, I … Continue reading The life simplified.