living-abroad
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When A specific burnout hits, the version of me I’ve tried to keep hidden becomes the version people see. The dark side, the bitterness, the self-pity, the sharpness of my words, escape. It isn’t who I am, but it’s what exhaustion distils me into. All the quiet work of editing myself, smoothing the edges, softening…
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The wind here doesn’t ask for permission.It simply arrives fast, forceful, unrelenting, carving through stone and skin alike. When I first came to Orkney, I thought the silence would heal me. I imagined the cliffs would hold me; the tides would teach me to breathe again. And in some ways, they have. But healing isn’t…
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The hero stands at a crossroads, between two cards: The Devil and Temperance. She has stood before Justice, staring into the mirror of truth. She has hung in the void of The Hanged Man, her world turned upside down in search of understanding. She has surrendered to Death, letting it strip away what could no…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 