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Part-Time Adulting

Part-Time Adulting

At the start of my final year of university, people often asked me about my plans for life after graduation. At that point, my answer was that I intended to work part-time and live at home, saving money if I could, with a somewhat nebulous idea of what was going to follow after that. My intention to work part time was mostly born of the realisation that my pain and fatigue making working full time difficult if not impossible. During…

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#studyspoonie

#studyspoonie

I don’t know whether you guys are familiar with the concept of studyspo, but I come across it quite a lot, on both Tumblr and Instagram. Both platforms have their own studyspo communities (studyblr and #studygram respectively) of people who post aesthetic pictures of their notes and schoolwork to inspire and motivate others to study — as well as to celebrate their own progress, of course. There are some particular hallmarks of the kind of things people tend to post,…

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This Post Is Not About NaNoWriMo

This Post Is Not About NaNoWriMo

One of the things about NaNoWriMo is that November comes around and suddenly at least half, if not more, of the blog posts in your inbox are about NaNoWriMo. People’s wordcounts. The status of their plot (or lack thereof). Their woes and excitement. I mean, maybe it’s just me because I mostly hang out with other writers, but it’s everywhere, right? And, like, I don’t object to that. I’m interested in NaNo and I like to hear how other people…

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Lost Potential and Abandoned Dreams

Lost Potential and Abandoned Dreams

For those who aren’t aware, I used to be a competitive Irish dancer. (I’ve written about it before here. And here. And in other places. ) Maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement. I wasn’t the kind of competitive Irish dancer who is at a feis (competition) every weekend, has a huge elaborate curly wig and a dress costing thousands of pounds that seem mostly to have been spent on finding the grossest combination of neon with Swarovski crystals. I…

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Small, Unsteady Steps

Small, Unsteady Steps

Well, I made it to the end of term. This is not an insignificant achievement, since this time last year I had to take time out of uni before the end of term and so this is my second attempt at getting to the end of Lent Term of second year, and the first time I’ve managed it. In some ways, this term has seen me with just as many problems (health-related and otherwise) as last year, especially with the…

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Describing Pain

Describing Pain

Pain is really difficult to describe. When you go to hospital — because of an acute problem or for an outpatient appointment of some kind or whatever — they often ask you to rate it on a scale of 1-10, with 1 being negligible and 10 being the worst pain you can imagine. There are a few problems with that, because pain’s super subjective: there’s an XKCD comic that summarises one problem rather well. And when you suffer from chronic…

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Limiting My Dreams

Limiting My Dreams

I went to see In The Heights earlier this week, at Kings Cross Theatre. It was a great afternoon — I didn’t really know the show at all beforehand, so it was all new to me, and I particularly loved the dancing. It was the kind of dancing I’ve never been capable of doing, which is to say, the dancers appear to be throwing themselves across the stage in a relaxed, random fashion, but actually it’s totally under control and…

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Positivity and Pokémon

Positivity and Pokémon

It seems like the entire world is obsessed with Pokémon Go. It’s everywhere. Twitter is full of people celebrating their latest catches. It’s already found its way into memes. Libraries and museums that have found themselves to be Pokémon Gyms have put up signs to welcome their unexpected visitors, although the ones in my local area haven’t reached that stage yet. (Good luck to the church that’s been made into a gym. Have fun with that one…) Until two days…

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Reclaiming Brokenness

Reclaiming Brokenness

On Sunday, when my sister was home for Mothers’ Day, we had a disagreement about the fact I refer to myself as “broken” because of my physical health problems and “mental” or “crazy” on days when I’m feeling particularly frustrated with my mental health problems. Her reasoning was that by using these somewhat derogatory terms, I was being defeatist, and suggesting I didn’t think I was going to get better. Moreover, by calling myself broken and mental, I was reinforcing…

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Trains And Tutus

Trains And Tutus

Time for a progress update! I’ve been home a grand total of, like, three days. In that time I’ve managed to raid the local library, drink far too many cups of tea, and have sleep patterns that vaguely approach normal, which is weird. While Monday was productive and relatively free of anxiety, Tuesday went downhill again, but I’m trying to reassure myself that the whole point of being at home is not having to be productive. But enough of that….

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