
This weekend I needed solitude. I craved the slow, uncomplicated ritual of being home alone, it is here where I restore my energy and mend the daily strain of my mental illness.
I found solace in simple things like reading, photography, organising, and moments in the winter sunshine in the corners of our yard. Amidst the somewhat relentless pressure to be doing more, it has taken me many years to embrace the quiet and peace of doing less.