For my bachelor`s degree I did English and American Literature and Creative Writing. In my third year, one of the modules we were able to pick was called "The Book Project". In this module we were going to spend a year producing, printing and publishing a book, before ending the year with a book launch. Which I was pretty drunk for, if I may say so. Free wine and first time reading my own work was not the best combination! 

I have been debating with myself whether I should write this post or not, but have come to the conclusion that it is something I want to talk about, or more correctly, a topic I do not want to be silenced. It is something I find difficult to talk about, as it arises old, uncomfortable memories, and it is a matter I also find difficult to formulate myself around, taken it was a part of my life where I shut myself down and did not talk to people about. I dug it deep inside of me, so it is almost like I do not know the right words for talking about it.

Like most people, I follow a few local news sites on Facebook, which as expected are continuing to post regularly about both the lockdown and (thankfully) other unrelated stuff.