perthIt’s the middle of winter here in Perth & I’m sitting outside at work eating my lunch, basking in the warmth of the sun & soaking up spectacular views like this.

Life, it doesn’t get much better, nor does the incredibly positive impact this is having on my mental health.

i have arrived

I’m back again, or should that be back again again or again again again again. Ok so i’ll be the first to admit that i’m a tad inconsistent when it comes to posting on here. Not intentionally of course, it’s just that sometimes life gets in the way & before you know it months have passed & then there’s that moment of, oh yeah I have a blog I should really get back to that.

So here I am, living in a new city, Perth. Which has turned out to quite possibly be the most significant life changing move that I have ever made.

And it’s a move I have wanted to make for over 3 years, way back before I moved to Melbourne with the guy who broke my heart. Back before it felt like my entire life was crashing down around me & it took every ounce of resolve to get out of bed every morning.

And the road to get here may have had more arduous twists & turns than I had anticipated, but boy am I glad I have finally arrived, in more ways than one.

mind & heart

missing in action

You will have to forgive me for the lack of posts lately.

Somewhere in the last couple of weeks I seem to have lost my way & ended up in some dark back alley where thinking about everything that has gone wrong in my life in the last 6 months are the only allowable thoughts & any scrap of happiness that may have squeezed it’s way in is subsequently spat back out again.

I thought I had reached rock bottom awhile back, turns out what I thought was rock bottom was actually clay & there was a whole sub-level of solid rock hidden beneath, who knew.

But alas it seems I have finally reached the impenetratable rock. Unfortunately I reached it last Wednesday night at dinner with friends, where out of nowhere I literally could not hold back the tears any longer. I mean really how classy am I, out for a lovely dinner, surrounded by random strangers & there I was wiping tears away with a paper napkin.

And i’m not sure where i’m going from here, I guess that’s the thing with hitting rock bottom, you kinda only have two options, sit there for awhile & wallow in your own self misery or start climbing back up, it’s deciding which option to choose that seems the impossibly hard part.

It’s crazy how in 6 short months I have gone from the happiest, albit kinda stressed, girl in the world to a shadow of my former self. When your own mother feels helpless & is worried sick because you have “lost your sparkle” you truly know that all is not well.