March

The noblest art is that of making others happy.

~PT Barnum

Rise


 Sunday 15th March 2020
To those who are no longer with me,

To say that 2020 hasn’t hit me like a brick house would be a lie. Back in January I spoke about how this year was going to be all about loving myself and learning new things, and that I would definitely stick to my New Year’s Resolution…

The drinking of more water lasted about a month. I’m still trying but I’m not having as much success as I was. In fact, I’m pretty sure that all of my resolutions remain untouched bar one. I sent my book of Poetry into a publisher and should hear either a yes or a no by the end of April.

In regards to this blog, I am sorry it’s been so long since I have been here, it has been so long since I have written anything that wasn’t remotely Law related.  Like I said, so far, this year has knocked me sideways. I am struggling more now than I think I have since 2014 and I was in a really, really bad place back then. My attendance at University has dropped dramatically and I’m trying my best to get that back up but this week has not been my friend.

I’ve been in a mood. Who am I kidding? I’m still in a mood, even as I sit here and write this. This week I have been in a very ‘I hate myself’ mood and I wish I could tell you what caused it, but I honestly haven’t a clue. I’m beginning to wonder whether I had a dream that I was particularly awful in and my self-hatred has just carried on into the real world and is affecting my life. That is the only semi-logical explanation I have for this current mood of mine so that is what I am going to go with.

Anyway, back to the blog. I am going to try and post fortnightly now. I’m going to change the notifications on my phone that tell me to post a blog on Tuesdays at 3pm, something I’ve been meaning to change since January. Every Tuesday at 3pm without fail, I tell myself ‘I really must change that,’ and I never do. In fact, I’ll change it right now. Done. Every other Sunday at Midday is when you can expect to hear from me. Of course, I could throw you the off curved ball and post any time, but I’m not about to make any promises I fear I won’t be able to keep.

This year has knocked me off my feet and a lot of things have become neglected. Writing, this blog, learning to love myself or make bread or French braid my hair. I do not know what it is about this year so far that is breaking me, but I am putting my foot down, I refuse to let it. I am getting help and I am taking back control of my life and my mental health. I have a support system of friends that I have never quite had before, the support of those who have always been there sitting right alongside those new friends that I know I am so very, very blessed to have.

The first two and a half months of 2020 my have defeated me. But I am a Phoenix. I will rise from the ashes.

Tiffany Jade 
xo

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Water
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

~Pablo Neruda