Hard Times

Where does one even begin? This is going to be a much different post to the usual.

My life the last six months has been simultaneously the best and worst time for me. I’ve taken decisions that will, in the long term, bring about the best positive change I expect I will ever experience but in doing so I’ve been in what you might call “survival mode”.

This was expected, but I didn’t anticipate it to last this long, and it’s starting to take its toll. I’m tired, and I’m at a point where any slack left to pick up can only be done by someone other than me, but the folks that are meant to are unable to – story of my life, really.

Luckily, or at least I hope so, I will be visiting Poland to connect with my family for the first time – much to the dismay of some other people’s wishes…

Anyhow, there’s a good chance I may delete this post shortly after publishing, but I hope I have the strength to show vulnerability so that others may feel ready to do the same, for whoever and whenever that may be.

Reader, if you find yourself wondering what you can do to help – please note that the best and only thing you could do is promote the ever-loving-hell out of me to whoever will listen to you. I’ve got everything else covered on my own apart from things financially – and I do mean everything but that.

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Anyhow, hope I didn’t worry you too much. Thanks for reading. Godspeed 🫡.