I was sitting here this morning with many thoughts fleeting through my mind, as they often do.. And I realised I have all these words in my mind but have remarkably not thought to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) for such a long time. For a significant part of the year I found my deepest solace in the traditional paper journal, over the first 4 months of this year I must have filled around 5 or 6 thick journals, sometimes writing for the most part of the day, and night sometimes also when my thoughts disallowed me of sleep. Of course, this was during a very difficult time.. And writing was my greatest release, and over those pages I provided myself the best therapy one could find. I learnt to listen to my heart. Writing is the most honest thing you can do, the words come out pure and true. And prior to that I always had a casual journal on the go, or the infrequent blog post at the least.. However, since then I went on modelling trips to China for the summer, then London and c...
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