‘By the time I’m 30, I’ll be recovered enough to go to New York.’
I lost years of my life to mental illness, with the hope of one day being able to recover – the one consistent thought being ‘by the time I’m 30…’ By the time I’m 30, I’ll have recovered, faced my fear of flying and be taking a trip to New York City.
The trip of a lifetime, that is going to be filled with so many emotions and so much hope.
I have the motivation and determination to fund this trip myself, however, there are many barriers in front of me.
Every little helps.
Money has never been something that came to me, it is not something I have ever had a lot of access to and I have always been against the idea of doing this – but here we are. I am not expectant this will help or happen, however, with my finances as they are, my reliance is on my overdraft.
Desperate times call for desperate measures…
Some times things happen at the right time, without any time to prepare. Some times, these things are exactly what is needed…
This is worth seeing – such an amazing journey and it still stays with me, on my mind frequently.
Katherine Brooks, ladies and gentlemen.
This month, I started out with the idea of taking up jogging – a positive step towards physical fitness.
So, on the 1st of June, I jogged and then thus ended my jogging experience. Once was enough. It was not enjoyable and was slightly painful to my already sensitive joints.
So I was going to have a month free of the pressure to do something new, however, I have actually still completed some goals.
I have said yes to many things. I have worked hard to earn some much-needed money and I have socialised more than I can ever remember socialising. I have said ‘yes’ to last minute plans, I have travelled more than I have ever dared, gone on day trips to a place that I have been wanting to go to for over a decade and created strong bonds with people I have only recently met. Finally understanding what people mean when they speak about ‘clicking’ with people and feeling as though you have known them years when in reality it has only been a few short months.
June has seen me returning home to my mum for a while, I turned another year older, my mum got the all-clear after completing treatment for pre-cancerous cells, my aunt still remains in remission and I have passed my first year of University.
With thanks to the people around me, I have managed to remain in my hometown with minimal depressive thoughts.
Saying yes has been scarily exciting and the month is not over yet!
“Residential Population: 21,707.”
“The proportion of ethnic minorities is 4.6% – significantly lower, by 12.2%, than nearby regions.”
This is where I grew up. I do not recall any child being from an ethnic minority at school. I do not recall seeing a person who was not white.
This is where I grew up. I do not recall, as a child, seeing anyone who was not heterosexual. I do not recall being aware of any existence other than white, straight, employed men and women and/or stay at home mums…
I grew up with every single person not having an issue with this. I grew up wondering where the hell everyone else was. I grew up watching TV and films and wanting to meet those people.
I grew up in a place that was not meant for me. I was placed in a box, I should never, ever have been placed in. I never fit into it, it was never comfortable.
So many people I had known as a child talked about leaving, travelling… they are still there. I never imagined I would leave, it did not seem an option for me. And yet, unimaginably, I was the one who did. And yet, somehow, they are still there.
It baffles me, so completely. Perhaps it always shall.
The one with all of the odds against her was the one to leave.
Irony is an amazing thing.
Two hours on public transport to get to an appointment that ended up being 10 minutes long, to then travel all the way back again.
However, photos… and 5097 steps makes Chloe a happy bunny.