Immunity : Unfiltered

This week has been… well, a blur. My plasma infusion absolutely wiped me out — headache that lingered for three solid days, like a houseguest who didn’t get the hint. I’ve had tougher ones before, but this one definitely took the crown. Still, I managed to crawl out the other side long enough to submit my first ever Religious Studies assignment. The question? “ Define religion .” As if. Who can? Honestly. I had a full-blown existential spiral before I even opened Word. But it’s in now, and somehow I survived it. I did better than I thought, I had a little cry about the whirlwind that is my life, and how little Clare LOVED this subject but never pursued it.  Read Paul Tillich , thoroughly lost my mind, cried again, standard life of a showgirl level drama.  Despite the chaos, I’m starting to settle in. There’s something electric about this place. The lecturers actually want to be here — they love what they teach. It’s not a backup plan, not something they fell into. Tha...

It’s been a while since I updated this space. A lot has been shifting around me — settling into new routines, part-time university, and trying to navigate the ever-tricky line between rest and productivity. I’ve started my history and archaeology course , and while I want to follow the advice of well-meaning people and focus on small tasks without thinking about output, I have to admit it only made me feel worse. My body clock has been all over the place, dragging me into darkness earlier than I’d like, which has meant hauling out the sunlamp and vitamin D supplements again. Seasonal affective disorder is relentless, and I can’t pretend it’s anything but the worst. Still, there’s something undeniably beautiful about this time of year. Sweater weather , leaves falling, the subtle shift of the light — moments like these make you stop, breathe, and notice. Yet, resting too much recently started to feel less like rejuvenation and more like decay. It didn’t even feel like me. People tel...