JOURNEY

Tuesday.

I had class today.

Despite having manically promoted my Tuesday creative meditation session and finally booking a full class, when the time came to begin, my head was hovering over my toilet as I violently vomited.

No warning to the attendees that I would be bailing. No follow up message of apology afterwards. Nothing kind, considerate or responsible from me.

Perhaps being considerate is just another ruse.

I simply disappeared into the depths of my awfulness. Mantras of positivity haphazardly stuck on bedroom doors or furniture sideboards, inspiring hope and strength from deep within, I knocked off and stepped on when they fell to the floor. “Being the light when the world falls into darkness,” was a phrase that felt like mockery.