This is my journey from stress, depression and years of looking at things a certain away, to a change of values and outlook on life. I started to get a desire to write a few months ago, and after reading “When Breath Becomes Air” by Paul Kalanithi and then “The Subtle Art Of Not Giving a F*ck” by Mark Manson, I thought what the hell. And so here you are. This is not likely to be much in terms of writing ability, and it most certainly will not be to everyones liking, but as I have recently started to come to terms with …
You cannot please 100 percent of people 100 percent of the time.
2017 was a life changing year for me. You would think it would have been the year my daughter was born. Or the year I qualified from university and became employed (not technically the first job I had). No, it was this year. This is the year I turned 30 – something I was looking forward too. I also gave up alcohol — well kind of, I mean I stopped drinking too much. 2017 is the year my career peaked and I actually set to work on achieving my ambitions at work. Unfortunately this is also the year I was led to believe I may have bipolar, I completely lose my sense of identity, met a psychiatrist, had a life changing day and began to seek a purpose.
I am a woman, a friend, a mother, a dentist, a sister and a child. I am the victim, the abuser, the survivor and the recoverer. I am someone on a journey through a relatively short existence within the vast universe we live. And I am trying to multi-task like a pro.