I Survived Semester 1
Respect is something I talked about in the last of my essays of this year and it is something I am struggling with. When does a situation become one when you're not respecting yourself by staying in it? Why don't people have the respect for you to tell you they're drop kicking you? It is an ongoing battle royale in my head and my opinion (and feelings) changes every day.
Christmas is coming! After the complete disaster of last years Christmas (thanks dad) I am hoping for a semi return to normality this year. Christmas has always been my ultimate favourite time of year. I get to exert my control freak nature over the tree, get to eat all of the pigs in blankets and dress head to toe like I should be an elf in Lapland. It's great. This is the first Christmas my dad has ever been sober for so it will be pretty interesting to see how it turns out.
I don't think I've ever said how proud I am of my dad for being sober for as long as he has. He's been parted from his one true love since the 18th February (which means when I post this it'll have been 10 months!!) and he's done an amazing job. Our relationship with each other is still extremely fractured and I am trying to work through some of my issues with him by myself, which is difficult in itself. I have 22 years of memories, feelings and disappointments to work through and to try and conquer. It is not going to be easy.
So for now I am off to start cooking our house Christmas dinner and wrap my secret santa pressie.
So if I don't blog before (which I probably won't) I hope you all have the most magical Christmas and New Year.
Lots of Love,
Hev
xoxox
This is your life Hev #4
Here I am again! Volume 4 of my little writings and its all a bit manic. Uni is still kicking my butt, personal statements are my new found Achilles heel and I have also had to face up to some truths I was massively hiding from. So let's get into it.
This whole uni final year torment is real and I am struggling. One of !y projects failed and I am in bits about it. I worked so damn hard on it to fail it just makes me so upset and not want to try again. The next onslaught of uni work is about to begin which terrifies me something rotten. Watching friends graduate over the last two weeks has also installed the fear of god into me and has really made me realise this is my last year at this game.
My personal statement is like torture and for some reason will not write itself. I think I am just so scared because my writing is so shambollic that it will never be good enough to let me pursue my dreams.
My darling fainting episodes are back which has filled me with eternal dread. Last Friday I fainted getting out of the shower and smacked my coccyx off the floor and it fucking hurt! I really hope this isn't the start of a series of fainting again and I am going to the doctors this week to check myself out.
On Saturday I had a trampolining competition, which I somehow got through grimacing in stupid amounts of pain, coming 16/70 I am so proud of myself with the agony of my arse (story of my life my arse hurting) and doing a completely new routine!
Last weekend was also one of the nicest weekends I've had in such a long time (i really didn't want it to end) and I'm pretty sure my defences are now sat on the floor. Nothing like having big life realisations in the middle of players is there? These realisations have also terrified me and I don't like it, my inner control freak is really not happy with me! I am trying to get with it and go with the flow though.
So there you go, this is the last couple of weeks of my life, how's yours been?
Lots of love,
Hev
xoxox
Hey It's Me
So I've been away for a bit. Final year has hit me like a steam train and up until 2 days ago I was completely snowed under. I have a few weeks of my life not being too intense until it revs up again and hits me full throttle until the end of may- joy!
I am currently trying to apply for a teacher training role within food- it's always what I've wanted to do since I was little and I hope and pray someone wants me to do it too!
My love life is still pants but I am trying to be more positive about it. Tonight I am also going to slimming world! lets hope I can crack my obsession with food once and for all!
I'm hoping to maybe put some beauty bits together but I wouldn't hold your breath!
Lots of Love
Hev
xoxox
Life
I should have some sort of financial stability, but I am unemployed, living off savings and trying to pay my rent with a student loan that won't even cover the majority. I should be on the road to finding the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and have my future beautiful, bouncing babies with but that road hasn't even got planning permission yet. I should have got a fucking handle on my food intake by now but apparently that is never going to happen, and I do not like how close I am creeping to 12 stone. Most days my life seems perfectly fine from the outside, as I was frequently told at school 'you're so rich! you have no problems!' then please give having an absent, alcoholic father a go. Or a dyspraxic in denial borderline bi- polar steam rolling himself into a mental breakdown brother. Or a mother so ground down and quite frankly pathetic that she will not remove herself from the most toxic of situations because her rose tinted fucking glasses are so thick they will break her neck if she's not careful. It is so difficult not being able to go near things or watch things because OCD will tell you you'll die or get possessed because of it.
From outside of my pity bubble, I think I am trying to say that I am completely stuck and lost and incredibly lonely. I am tired of going clubbing solely for the purpose of meeting someone because they are all arseholes. I am tired of aimlessly scrolling through tinder and swiping right on people because then, invariably they're all arseholes. I find it beyond difficult to meet anyone in my real life, all I do is go to uni on an incredibly girl filled course or trampolining where again everyone is a girl or gay. I am so broody that I would have a baby this afternoon if I could and I am starting to understand why girls go and get pregnant at 16 I know, what a turn up for the books. I need to stop relying on KFC to make me feel better about anything for god sake, the only thing a large original twister meal is going to do is make you fat Hev.
So yeah, I'm stuck in a huge, lonely rut and I would just like a date with a nice boy and feel slighlty less that my world is spinning off around me and I am stuck just watching it not knowing what to do.
I think this is going to have to start with me sacking off the wasters in my life.
Trahh
xoxox
