Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained.
Is this the demise of my Visual Journal?
Toward the end of 2022, I felt a familiar fog growing in my head. Its not my first incident of brain fog. This time it was spurred on by some almost fatal allergies and the inclement weather. Along with some assistance from the turbulence of particular parts of society that had dwelled, lurking in the darkness, since covid broke out.
Having lost every part of my being to it once before I was determined not to lose my 'where with all' again.
Whilst I sat in the freezing tent, wrapped in so many layers I could barely move, I pondered the best way to exit this episode of cerebral turbulence.
I no longer felt that my words could explain. I needed a new format to express my anguish. But I Also required a way to connect with a more positive view of life. Who wants to sit with a negative spin cycle washing through their brains?
Not me.
I needed to find joy again.
My writing, bullet journal and morning pages, were all letting the side down. I had lost my ability to express and reflect with these forms of outlet.
I doom scrolled Instagram for several weeks over the Christmas period. Partly because I could no longer move for the cold, but mostly looking for inspiration.
