At some point after I moved to The Big City, I started to realise that a lot of the things I wanted from my life weren't happening for me. I didn't have a career, I didn't have a relationship and I didn't really have any idea how to get either.
There was a catalyst. A year after I'd moved, Nell and Dan moved out, leaving me with the others I'd moved with. It felt like abandonment, even though it wasn't. We all needed to grow, but at the time, it felt like I'd made a horrible mistake moving across country only to lose my people again. I'd been fighting with my other housemates and it all just felt hopelessly dark.
I was very introspective during this time. Things got dark. There wasn't a lot of talking or honesty about feelings, just me realising how little I had for me when confronted by all the things everyone else had.
One night, it all culminated in a moment at a pier on the Brisbane River. It was a breakdown, just a very me-coded one.
Wednesday, May 06, 2026
Breakdown - Directionless in Brisbane
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