Kicking depression through literature, travel and beautiful things πŸ’‹πŸ‘ΈπŸŒŠβ˜€οΈβ€οΈ

There’s a lot to be said for being a loner, and for living deeply in dreams. It teaches self-sufficiency, and faith in your own abilities. It teaches trust in fate and karma, and all those other things that always get you through, despite the odds. It teaches you to adore art, film, words.

From lonely childhood to the stress of early middle-age, depression and anxiety kept me isolated from the crowd. I worked with the public to try to meet people and to learn to socialize. For an introvert, it is a draining lifestyle, but sometimes the only one to get you out of the house.

I even lived on the tiny and beautiful island of Herm for many years, where the physical isolation was heavenly, but the stress of being ON 24/7 and at the guests’ beck and call was exhausting.

I will write a lot about Herm, as it made me the woman I am – in work, as a wife, as a mother. It will always be my home, no matter how far I wander.

In February and March of 2020, I embarked on my first adventure – a road trip across the US (you can find reposts of this trip on my blog) – but further trips were scuppered by Covid. I saved and planned ever since, to be ready for the next thing.

After 20 months cut off on the island, including two lockdowns, I decided it was time to take the leap, to leave my island home, to eradicate stress from my life, and to make time for writing and for truly living.

This blog marks the start of a new journey, to see more of the real world, to revisit the holidays of my childhood, and to battle stress and depression one glorious day at a time.

I hope you will come along with me on this trip, as even the most die-hard loners need traveling companions once in a while πŸ™‚