A remember a time not that long ago, that the word self-care was not even part of my vocabulary.
This is what I thought was living – first class honours degree, a job in one of Sydney’s best Architecture firms, living by the ocean, training for half marathons, the list goes on. Truth be told this wasn’t really living. Life looked really convincingly good on paper but it all came at a price. Namely my health for a start, 6 years of university, a burnt out alcohol fuelled liver, hormones all over the place, poor skin, commuting 3 hours a day and allergies that wore me down day after day.
My determination to ‘get well’ finally got the better of me. I took some big leaps in the direction what made me feel healthy and I took control of my journey:
I owned the image of my future self – and she was a colourful, well, luminous being