It’s been a while hasn’t it?

I’m going through my blog posts to find something and realised…MY GOSH…it’s been a while since I last posted on here. I do a lot of my storytelling and creative practices for Journals Of Dami on my Instagram now and have honestly neglected the site that made it all happen. So much has happened. And it needs to be told in a place that means the world to me and gave my younger self a voice to share what the world made her think it didn’t want to hear.

It’s currently a few mins to 1am and I’m waiting for my spaghetti to heat up so I can watch some TV, but it’s while my laptop sits beside me after finishing some work for my media company…yeahh so I did start a media company since I’ve been gone! I said a lot had happened! Nevertheless, I’d been feeling overstimulated, the busy day I’d just completed had left me drained and with completely no brain power beyond heating up pasta. Overstimulation can be brought on by anything and varies from person to person, for some folks it can be bright lights and loud noises, sometimes it’s a series of busy things going askew and your perfectly planned day was busier and more chaotic than you had anticipated. I have this saying of “my toxic trait is believing I can do anything…and then I’ll do it anyway.” today I’d installed my new dashcam and about a month ago fixed my henry hoovers wiring. I tend to be the person that sets their eyes on something and cannot focus on anything else till that item is completed.

I have realised this is strongly connected with my anxiety and ADHD, the fear of not doing enough…or being enough makes me want to try and do the task. Even though I should probably rest and call someone in who’s more professional in that task and literally won’t blow up the item…Henry my hoover is still with us by the way so I don’t think I’ve messed it up…YET!

I’m not sure where I’m going with this, but I like the idea of a stream of consciousness post. This is where Journals Of Dami came from, literally journaling,sharing my story, and then making it into a blog post. I get so fixated on the content, item or task being perfectly curated that I ignore the rawness of the pieces of work I loved to put myself in. So here’s a raw very very early morning piece. My voice unfilted and full of a chaos I’m proud of, can understand and love.

While I will be taking rest a lot more seriously. I want to have a good old summer vacay, lots of journaling, lots of my favourite drinks and lots of fun. I want my brain to just figure out the best position to sunbathe in. And then I’ll write about it.