This wasn’t the post I set out to write. In fact, I had the original post all done and ready but as the days turned into weeks, and my anxiety did its worst on my mind, the message I wished to convey morphed. I had changed. My mindset had changed too but the words on the page remained the same and so, it felt like a great disservice to not give way to the inevitable.

So I went back to the drawing board and ruthlessly picked apart what I had built, searching for a way to pass across a new message, a different message but with the same core elements. A year gone since I began my first staff writing role at The NATIVE Mag, armed with multitude of lessons learnt and mistakes made a long the way, it felt a better time than any to confront my anxieties.