Image via Pinterest A few nights ago, I watched the doco-movie about Amy Winehouse . I had known of her, had listened to some of her music, but let’s say I never really followed the paparazzi fuelled exposure that was up until her death. This movie, which documents Amy’s life in never seen before footage timelines from the ages of 14 until 27 where she was found dead after a history of drug and alcohol abuse. It has stayed in the back of my mind ever since. You never really know what is really going on for someone. But I can truly and whole heartedly empathise with was I saw, a young woman seemingly spiraling out of control and self medicating her pain. It was her pain that I felt throughout the film. The pain of hopelessness, despair, loneliness and sadness. I understand those feelings, because I have had them many times throughout my life. And I also know, what it feels like when you get to that place that you are just empty and seek anything to fill that void, numb the hu
TRYING TO FIND THE BLISS IN THE MAYHEM OF EVERYDAY