eclectic

Natalie.
Twentytwo.
Melbourne.
Nurse.
twitter.com/natconstantin
Mmmm… Tea time ☺ #chamomile (Taken with instagram)

Mmmm… Tea time ☺ #chamomile (Taken with instagram)

Marshmallowy hotchocolatey goodness! (Taken with instagram)

Marshmallowy hotchocolatey goodness! (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram

Taken with instagram

Being girly doing our nails and stuff, like.  (Taken with instagram)

Being girly doing our nails and stuff, like. (Taken with instagram)

Dinner (Taken with instagram)

Dinner (Taken with instagram)

The view!  (Taken with instagram)

The view! (Taken with instagram)

On the road again #roadtrip #Bright  (Taken with instagram)

On the road again #roadtrip #Bright (Taken with instagram)

Sky writing :) (Taken with instagram)

Sky writing :) (Taken with instagram)

Life just now.

I’ve just realised that my brain/body/heart won’t let me listen to certain songs/melodies because of the sadness they stir up in me.

After my friend died, I had to quickly try and piece my life back together. I was starting a new course, getting serious about ICU, getting serious about life, and I couldn’t afford to let sadness and emotion dominate my life. I promised myself I’d aim for the greatest marks, grief would only hinder that goal. So the walls went up. On more levels than just mentally. A smile smacked on, and usually heartfelt, as I always try to live in the now. Laughing, living life, but…


I think it’s time to let myself listen to those songs with a minor undertone, sad lyrics and themes about what could have been. Time to grieve. Time to mourn. Time to feel. Time to put the past to rest and remember the good times, cherish the memories and all Dalin taught me.

RIP.

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