Life 🪬Seas All:

 


The seas of life have been exceptionally stormy to navigate as of late and I've been finding it hard to hold onto hope... People I looked up to or thought were amazing or kind turned out to be fake and my illusions are exceptionally shattered as I'm being kicked whilst I'm already down. Can I stop for a brief gasp of air please?

I've lost a lot, suffered a lot, don't have access to things others have access to and I feel that no matter what it's not enough for some, they are out for blood and I'm tired of caring and trying to fix things. I stepped away.

Yet the kicks keep coming and the storms seem neverending. Hope seems like it never existed in the first place and home no longer feels like home.

I'm anchored here, so here I shall stay, but forgive me for trying to navigate storms and seas I never wanted nor asked for, I'm only capable of steering my ship, I cannot be responsible for other ships. 

I'd like to think people understood we are all interconnected and in this storm together, however they seem more empty and distant and full of hatred than ever. 

Teamwork no longer exists, so it's each ship to their own and mines only a very small one facing sharks circling me.

..and I continue to do my best.

I hope I'll make it.

~ Safe journeys everyone ~

In love, life and everything else.


Sarah Wingfield ❤️🪬❤️





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