Tuesday, 30 December 2014

The Greatest Lesson of 2014: A Letter To My Best Friends


Hi, my name is Katie, I have suffered from depression since I was sixteen, 

And I am okay. 

I have know times of not okay, I have known times of a hell of a lot more than just not okay, but it is with a full heart and the help of some medicine, I can say I am now, okay.

And that's a really beautiful state to be in for more reasons than one.

Monday, 15 December 2014

The Curious Double Life of an Avid Dreamer


"Where... Where did you get this, Ma'am?" 

I'm lying flat on the grass propped up on my elbows beside the car I've just been ejected from. The Police officer stood on the opposite side of the car gestures toward the smooth black pebble the size of my fist, sat on the back seat. 

Before I can answer, she frantically grabs her radio calling for backup. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god...." She murmurs.

I scramble to my feet as she leans in and kicks the pebble out of the door nearest me. 

"Go!" She screams as the pebble splits open the moment it touches the grass. 

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

The Power of Reading & the Human Wordsmith


"A writer is not someone who writes because they want to. A writer is someone who writes because they have to."

I can't remember when or where I first came across this quote, but it is one that has stuck with me for a very long time.

And the more I think about it, the more it makes sense to me.

At first of course, it sounded preposterous - I've spent my fair share at school and uni 'having to write' stuff and I've hated every second of it. What I enjoyed was writing what I wanted to write. 

But that was never just it. It wasn't something I dipped into every now and again to make up a story to pass the time or live out my greatest fantasies. Because looking back at the teetering mountains of notebooks, scrapbooks and folders of endless scrawls and rants that have remained my faithful companions since I was very small, I realise:

That luxury of choice was never mine.

Thursday, 4 December 2014

How to Not Completely Lose Your Shit as an Online Creator


I think one of the biggest things I've come to realise from my years of blogging, is that:

Choosing the life of an online content creator is not to be taken light-heartedly.

As a person of the internet, not only do you have to be on your A-game and working pretty much 24 hours a day (or schedule your content to post as you sleep), you constantly have the pressure to be relevant, you serve yourself on a silver platter for untold amounts of abuse, trolling and anon hate mail, and you're pretty much signing yourself up to be professionally deluded about reality.

Tuesday, 2 December 2014

Winter Nights & Fairy Lights


Dear sweet lord, I love winter.

There's something about the perpetual darkness, the icy air which erupts in plumes with every word and the sombre hibernation of the world that I just adore. 

But... then each and every year without fail, I look outside at the darkening skies of 2pm, feel the harsh bite of the cold against my chattering cheeks, or find myself falling privy to the annual sadness that comes with lack of sunshine, I think to myself, why in god's name do I constantly think I love this?

This year I figured it out.