A candid walk through depression, anxiety, ADHD assessments and the heartbreak of losing Cho, with a few small wins and honest reflections on what “still figuring it out” really looks like.
There are some places that stay with you. This isn’t a travel guide or anything fancy, just a few thoughts from a familiar beach, shared in the quiet after a long day.
Just practising my photography with my new camera. Still taking a while to get used to it, and I didn’t have much time in London, but thought I’d share a few moments anyway.
From childhood weekends spent hidden in the back of a van to finding comfort in Friday routines, markets have quietly followed me through life. This post isn’t really about one market, it’s about all the ones that have stuck with me.
I didn’t know anyone when I moved to Shrewsbury. I just wanted to find somewhere that made creative sense. Turns out, I found a proper little hub of good people and good energy.
“Finding The Swan in Ironbridge was a complete accident, but it turned into one of the best roasts I’ve had in ages.”
Moving to Shrewsbury was a big change, made even harder by the loss of my best friend, Cho. Navigating grief, loneliness, and my own mental health struggles has been tough, but this blog is my way of processing it all.