An Introduction

On Friday, I went to London for a short but wonderful trip with my friend Mel where we did many fantastic things. I'll get into that more on my first 'proper' post. However, it deserves an initial mention here because this trip is the reason I am now writing this post.

While watching Alan Cumming Sings Sappy Songs, I started thinking about how I used to review things and how I'd like to start doing that again. From this, I developed this little diary where I aim to write a post every week (Worra Dun Wednesdays) about my adventures, dreams and musings.

I have a few reasons for starting this blog aside from the initial inspiration; I need to start practicing my writing again, it gives me some structure, I have somewhere to further expand on the #FiveGoodThings I started on Twitter and the title of my blog is a great example of how Geordie speak could easily be a location on Middle Earth.

As much as I want to use this space as somewhere to focus on good things and aid in self care, I am also going to be talking a lot more openly about the more negative things that happen. I made a post on my birthday where I talked a little about my mental illness and said that I was still sometimes ashamed of it. A lot of people who read this very kindly told me I needn't be ashamed, which is my own fault as I did not explain myself very well. When I said that I still felt shame, I meant that I still sometimes fell back on the trained response to my mental illness that has been taught to me over many years. I know I do not need to be ashamed and, in general I am not, but I am still unlearning a lot of things that society teaches us.

As I mentioned earlier, my dreams will probably be written about a lot in my upcoming entries. While I believe that most, if not all, dreams are nothing more than your brain emitting a long fart at the end of the day; as a recovering (mostly) sufferer of PTSD, my dreams can weigh heavily on my days and my ability to deal with things. Whether I intend them to be or not, they are a big part of my life so it seems only fair they would have equal sway in my diary. I have recurring nightmares about certain people, whose names I will not be sharing. I do this not to protect them but to protect myself as, even though moving back to Durham was for my own well-being, I am not as safe here as I was in London because of them.

Anyway, I believe that's enough pre-amble for now! You can expect my first entry this Wednesday, I hope to see you then.

Xx