It’s June. It’s finally June.
For some is insignificant. Another day, another month.
For others, a milestone. The end of an era. A new beginning.
It’s not just another day or just another month. A moment I’ve been waiting for a year and a half. A moment I thought may never come.
Today I repaid my loan. A weight I’ve been carrying for a year and a half, a weight that’s been pulling me down, forcefully keeping me firmly on the ground against my will since I decided that I have to get rid of my credit card and turn it into a loan if I’ll ever be debt free.
And the reason I’ve had to sacrifice living on my own, which I dearly, painfully miss every single day for the last 5 months. But not for long.
I just woke up and I’m acutely aware I have to get out of bed and get ready for work. But I’m struggling.
Weird dreams, night sweats, stomach aching (God damn you Malbec, I love you but the next day is never fun), lack of sleep. No wonder I can’t move. No wonder I’m still in bed.
‘That I won’t know where I’m going, if I don’t know where I am, but I feel more, I feel more… lost’ The Wind and the Wave lyric that’s been haunting me for a while now… and I can’t stop repeating it… over and over.
7:45am and I’m still in bed…
Was I really in Cyprus a month ago? Was I in London two weeks ago? It can’t be. It’s blurry in my head. Distant, beautiful, loving memories. As if they happened months ago.
I can’t get used to it. The new office, the new responsibilities. I’m still helping out, still doing some of the things I used to do. Some people want it all. There and then. They can’t handle it. Some people don’t appreciate how well and efficiently you do your job, because you make it look easy. My fault?
I miss A101. I miss Donna and Linda and Sati and Sophie and Andy and Sarah and Dave, our kitchen chats, our laughs, our daily fun.
Dave, the best boss and one of the sweetest, friendliest, creative, inspiring humans I’ve ever met is leaving.
Syed, lovely, always polite, considerate, kind- hearted Syed is leaving.
Sheba left, came back and she will be going again soon.
Now I’ll be debt-free I can go anywhere I want. Why am I still here? Should I go? Do I want to go? Where to? Why am I still here?
Ray died. I saw him a month ago at One Sound. But now I’ll never see him again. I’ll never see his smiley face.
What if my grandpa dies? He is the same age as Ray. Oh my God. I will not cope. I won’t be able to fly home on my own to face this. Why am I thinking this?
Change on top of change, on top of change. I love change. But how do you manage all this change?
I tried to make a new friend. And I failed. I failed. Is it me? Is there is something wrong with me? Am I too loud, too chatty, too annoying? Am I boring?
Is it them? Can you help someone who doesn’t want to be helped? Should you try harder or give up and let go?
I miss living on my own. I miss it so much it hurts. I miss it all the time.
13 reasons why. 13 reasons why an intelligent, strong, talented 17 year old decided to take her own life. If only one, just one of her friends had done something differently, she would have still been with them. What if any of my friends are struggling and I don’t know about it? How will I know? How can I know? I hope they know they can always come to me. They need to know they can come to me for help.
Bullying in your teens, a trauma you carry with you your whole life. Bullying as an adult, different, but equally painful. Bullying, any form can crush your very soul.
I get why you did it Hannah Baker. Sometimes you feel is the only solution, the only thing that will make the pain stop. I wish you knew you were never alone…
Will I die alone? Maybe I will. It’s very likely. ‘You are too fussy’. I don’t want to die alone.
Why am I thinking all of this?
And why am I thinking all of this in English? Why can’t I do it in Greek?
I promise you, you’ll be OK. You got this.
You are doing awesome. You are better than ever.
I know you feel you were stuck all this time but you’ve been moving. You just didn’t realise my darling. You are now debt-free, you are volunteering for a charity, you are making new friends every day. You’ve been moving all along my dear.
Now get out of bed and call the bank. Repay your loan, get ready for work and go!
Overthinking. My best friend. And worst enemy. Thank God for yoga and my friends, especially Chris, keeping me sane, although I just realised if you are reading this you may think I’m insane.
I’m not. One thing I’m still sure of.
As of today I’m debt free. As of today I’m free to do anything I want. I just need to figure out what it is that I want. Liberating… and terrifying. It makes me smile though…