This New Year – A Revival

Vicki Amaya

Two Thousand and Eighteen

A new year, a new start. Three hundred and sixty five opportunities to learn and grow. I enter at the age of twenty eight, with gratitude, knowledge and love. I’m not sure why, but I have such a euphoric buzz about it. Everywhere I look it seems that people are calling 2018, the best year ever! Weirder still, for once – I believe it will be.

Lets Recap – 2017

At the start of 2017, I felt hopeful. There were dreams of a better life, dreams of big change and a glimmer of optimism. I had been working for an Alarm Installation and maintenance company for a little over 12 months and felt stable (for the most part). Gone was the pressure of learning how to do the job. Forgotten was the mid-year melt down of ’16. I was ready to start anew and refreshed from the Christmas break. I could go to work every day of the week, for 52 weeks of the year. No longer did I need to have time off for anxiety or depression. It was gone.

I had made two promises to myself for 2017. The first was to play more guitar and the second was to go on holiday. Fairly easy on the ol’ resolutions list, I’ll admit. Yet, these were big accomplishments for me. Never have I felt able to complete or achieve anything of note. A stable income was foreign to me. I had always needed money to pay my way. Had always needed a job to survive. Why would I spend money on a holiday, when it was needed to pay rent and bills?

Though, I felt If I wanted to see changes, I had to make changes. With a swift decision and a box of peroxide, my hair was transformed from dull blonde to bright yellow, then silver. A small decision that shaped my life for the better (As you all know)!

As January passed by, I decided to take my Instagram account and Blog more seriously. I started uploading pictures five days a week and on the 11th February 2017 my little Instagram account hit 1000 followers! Around the same time, one of my photos hit 2000 likes.

“The Highs Are So High”

In May I made the brash and ballsy decision to quit my full time, stable 9-5 job and go it alone. Diving straight into the world of the budding bloggers and Instagram influencers. Whilst, I cannot regret the decision to leave forks (just kidding, I’m not Bella Swan) the longest job role i’d ever had. Looking back, I know I could have handled the actual leaving aspect a lot more gracefully.

I think I left prematurely and without a plan but my god, I was determined as hell to make this work. One of the problems that comes with entrepreneurial endeavours is that there isn’t a step by step guide. There may have been thousands of blog posts, infographs and YouTube videos explaining how to “become a successful blogger”, but very few give the actual breakdown. The nitty, gritty need to know information.

Though I hustled, I girl bossed, I pushed through the doubt, worry and fear of failure… I was still making no money. (Side note- I’m still not)

Penniless and fearing debt, I applied for a part time role in a fashion store called Allsaints. With my wage halved but my free time overflowing I felt renewed and slightly relieved.

August brought an opportunity to backpack through Germany and Austria. My Partner, My Mum and My Nan all put forward a small loan to fund my tour. Not that I have many holidays to compare it to, but it was one of the most beautiful and liberating trips I have experienced. If you’re looking for a place to spend a few days, please visit Berchtesgaden and Salzburg.

“The Lows Are Killing Me”

In early October the cracks started to show. Although I had more free time, it came in the form of one day on and one day off work. Also, I had pulled my back muscles just prior to my backpacking adventure and two shifts back at work, I did it again. This meant having some time off to recover, which is where the negativity bias that once ruled my every move started to creep back in. Resentment for the job, physical pain and a lack of direction left me putting a mountain of unnecessary pressure on myself. Could I really quit another job just because I don’t like the hours? Were the staff really that mean to me? Was I playing out my old habit of job hopping yet again?

After many tears, a drive into the middle of the woods and an emotional chat with my manager, I took some time out to figure out my mind. I wrote a blog post about this time called An Anxiety Catch Up (Diary Post).

I returned to work in early November. The deal was I would work a four week notice period or if they could find a replacement sooner, I could leave. Although relieved, the same uncertainty of my previous abandoning ship encounter wouldn’t drown. With an equal medium for me and my manager, I asked if I could reduce my hours in order to get three consecutive days off. We both agreed that this would be better than quitting and since then it’s been a pleasure to work there.

Praise to the positive – a reflection.

If there is anything I have learnt from 2017, it’s that even the smallest indulgence of negativity can disrupt the entire infrastructure of your life. One throw away comment can shape your outlook, change your mood, thoughts and feelings all for the worse. The remainder of last year was spent focusing solely on positivity. Embracing the good in people, helping others as much as I could, reaching out to more people and giving without a want to receive.

In return, I got perfect clarity for the remainder of that year.

December

On the 13th December, I celebrated my twenty eighth birthday. I was taken for afternoon tea at Ting restaurant located within The Shard. Looking out at the bustling city below whilst sipping a flute of ten year old champagne I came to realise that I’m doing just fine with this living malarkey. Whilst it may have taken others a lot less time to figure this out, for me it is such an achievement to feel it at all. Not to dampen the tone of this post but there is a reality in which I do not exist past the point of 22.

The remaining hours that encapsulated 2017 were filled with my partner and his family. As couples, we watched films in separate rooms then joined to see in the start of the best year ever. We drank champagne (A new celebratory drink of Adam and I), we watched the hootenanny and we relished every hand tick until Big Ben rang out twelve strikes.

The New Year

Which brings us nicely back to this new year. There can be no doubt that I am still a student to the ways of the world. I still have much to learn and experience. However, I feel that I’m able to just crack on and get this year underway without any of the stress and doubt that last year brought. I haven’t made any promises to myself this year. I don’t feel that I need to set myself to targets and achievements. Instead, I have decided that this is the year that my life changes for the better, the year that everything I ever dreamed of comes true.

If you know me now, you know that I am one determined mother-lover. Watch this space lovelies, the times they are a changing’ and they’re changing me.

As always,

All My Love

VickiAmaya.

xx

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Tuesday 29th August

Growing is hard. Growing means you have to look deep inside yourself and confront the bits that you despise. Growing is noticing how some things will always wind you up and trying to find the strength from deep down inside you to not react as you would always react.

At Twenty Seven years old, I can happily hold my hands up and admit everything that I love about myself, but for some reason I cannot muster the courage to admit and change the things I am not in love with. My mind has convulsed that ‘It’s just the way I am”.

I am far more comfortable with knowing that I can pick myself back up if I hit rock bottom again, than striving for anything above average. I’m scared to succeed.

Depression taught me to fear the negative thoughts inside my head, that if I start to think bad things then surely I’m spiralling downwards. To stay on the upwards peak, to appreciate all things good and abolish all things negative.

So, why is it that knowing I still have negative tendencies when it comes to change, can I not shake them away with a dose of positivity? Why do I dwell in the depths of despair. Waste my own time in worrying about all the things that could go wrong instead of bathing in all that could go right?

Going Deep

Hey Lovelies,

How are you?

Let’s go deep with this one…

Life is as hard as you make it for yourself. You are responsible for all the bad things that happen to you (at least, that’s my personal opinion and experience), but you are also responsible for all the good things that can happen to you.

Life can be chaotic, soul crushing, painful and god damn frustrating at times but you can also experience so much pleasure from the little things. The thrill of passionately kissing your significant other in the dark hours of the night, the excitement of running fast, away from authority when you’re a teenager, laughing so hard that your stomach cramps up and you can’t breathe, the gentle rapping of rain from a storm on your bedroom window.
You only have to open your heart to let yourself start to feel these things. When you do, feel them with every fibre of your being. It won’t take you long to realise that for any bad, there is an unfathomable amount of good that can overthrow the darkness that sometimes engulfs us all.

I spent years and years in the dark, trying to convince myself that I could fit a square into a circular hole. Desperately wanting to make every job I gained, be the one that made me. Unapologetically pouring my heart into every boy I met, in the desperate hope that they would be the one to take me away from the world I had grown accustom to. Push me into some brand new, unknown mystery of love, acceptance and excitement. I wasted hours of my existence on the negative thoughts that others could have had about me. The unsaid opinions, the possible dirty looks, the suggestive sniggers and for what? To fit into a society that applauds the average, the safe bets and the low risk takers…

I didn’t know that to open my eyes and really experience life, I only had to learn who I was and what I wanted for myself. To stop filling the silence and allow the ‘little me’ a chance on the soapbox for a change. To be part of the world that I was so desperate to escape from. To live in harmony with it instead of fighting with all my might to be above it all.

There was a point in my life that I had convinced myself I couldn’t be put through any more negativity. That things were so painful, so gut wrenchingly bad that I physically couldn’t bear to take one more breathe. I mean, put yourself in that position for just a moment and try to picture desperately sobbing yourself to sleep every night because you cannot see any escape from your pit of self pity and depression. I hated myself, I hated my life, I hated how I was living, where I was living, I hated the experiences I had had. I wasn’t living, I was surviving. Breathing in and out for the only reason that I had nothing else to do. I knew no other way of life. In and out of sleep all night and all day, eating just to kill the pain of hunger, drinking to numb the pain of thirst. Crying so hard that your body spasms, lying on the floor with hatred for your own existence. Rocking back and forth over and over with your arms cuddling your knees to stop yourself from grabbing something sharp and ramming it across your throat.
For all the adjectives in the world, there are none that can truly express how depression feels.

I am only human, but my god – what a human I am now! I opened my eyes to everything life had to offer me at twenty five years old. I let the ‘little me’ shout from the rooftops, I embraced each negative action and reaction and I looked deep inside myself to find the root cause for all my sadness. After that, things just fell into place and I understood. I understood that sometimes people just have to go through something awful and soul destroying to find themselves; find the goodness and positivity that they know they desperately want but have struggled so hard to locate.

I had to go through every tear, every bad word, every judgemental look, every cut, every heartbreak, every false friend and every experience good or bad because without them, I wouldn’t be here, as I am. How and who I am.

I’m not a perfect example of a human, but I’m a human that is learning, growing and living each day with gratitude for each breath. I know that my life could have been completely different. I know that I may not have even had a life at all. With one action, it could have all been taken away and in its place, a void for friends and family to attempt to fill.

I wrote this with the intention of just getting my deep thoughts and feelings onto a page. To release some emotion and let my truly unedited mind seep out. You all know that I want to write a book about my experiences with depression and anxiety, so maybe this can be my foreword, my introduction to a book not yet written.

I love you guys, so much. Thank you for joining me on this adventure.

VickiAmaya

xo

All About Me


Hey L O V E L I E S

How are you?

I wanted to talk to you today about me, my life and the reason I started my Instagram Account and Blog! This will give you a little bit of an insight into who I am and what I’m about. I’m going to be brutally honest here, this is probably going to be a long one so grab a fluffy pillow and a nice warm drink and let’s take a trip through my trials and tribulations!

I like to believe that I’m the first person my friends would think of if they needed to ask for help. I feel that I’m a very loving and compassionate person. I put my heart and soul into everything that I do. I offer out as much support and empathy as my little body can possibly give. However, in May 2012, I was 22 and had recently split up with a long term partner. I was about to be made homeless again, I was jobless and I was in around £1000.00 worth of debt. I had distanced myself from almost every friend I had. I felt alone and worthless. I couldn’t see a way of resolving or healing the pain I had been carrying around with me so I swallowed a variety of over 100 painkilling and antibiotic tablets in a desperate attempt to end my life…

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Twenty Seven Life Lessons, at Twenty Seven


Hey LOVELIES  

– How are you?

As you may or may not be aware, I turned 27 today (13th December) and I feel like I have already lived quite a thrilling life filled with experience – so, for today, I thought that I would share some of my wisdom with you all to hopefully aid you in your day to day!

No° 1.  You will never ever feel your age

You won’t wake up one warm and sunny morning, stretch out all of your limbs, pull the sheets away and feel like a twenty something year old – you just won’t – and it won’t be any different at 30,40 or 50 either.

‘Age’ in general isn’t something that we naturally feel; In fact all time is (calculatively speaking) just a man-made way to keep track of the days, nights, hours, weeks, months and years.

I always find myself asking the question “Would a 20-Something year old do or say this?”.  To give you an example, I cannot count the times that I have picked up my cat and made him dance to a song or pushed him into my partners face and voiced him saying “You talkin’ shit?”.

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