The worst Birthday I’ve ever had

1st of March. How I used to love that date. A day to feel special, a day where all your loved ones call you, message you, maybe even get you little presents. A day where you get to share delicious cake with everyone around you. I used to walk with a spring in my step…

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Putting pressure on myself to be productive, hitting myself with a door and crying

It’s day 12 of isolation. Day 12 since I started working from home. Day 12 of not meeting friends or family, of guilt-inducing runs, of looking at other human beings as carriers instead of people. But it’s been longer since I started checking the news obsessively, worrying for my friends and family in Madrid, it’s…

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