If anyone knows me well they will know I am not one for making big decisions, or any in fact, but in the last year or so I have made two really big decisions. Firstly I decided to leave my friends and family and my little home in Plymouth to move to Jersey. And in more recent months I have decided to move my life to New Zealand with Jack.
‘You won’t have to pay any tax there’ and ‘don’t you have to be a millionaire’ were just some of the things people said to me when I announced I was moving to this odd place called Jersey.
If anyone was wondering ‘yes’ I do pay tax and ‘no’ there are plenty of people here who are not millionaires – me included.
Life is full of rollercoasters and I’m going to be honest here and say the last year or so has felt like I’ve been on the biggest ride at Alton Towers one thousand times over. Before I moved to Jersey I questioned my decision many times but it felt right. I needed to get away and I needed to find myself again.
I’m not one for saying how I feel. In fact I’m not one for saying much at all unless I’m sticking up for the homeless, refugees or trying to make people think about their food waste. But after struggling with life in a small Island for just over a year I have decided that I wanted to put some of those feelings down. Before anyone thinks it’s been all doom or gloom – it hasn’t.
I joined the JEP full of enthusiasm, full of ideas and hoping to focus on stories that haven’t been done before. I have meet with homeless people in an Island where people don’t think it exists and I have spoken with victims of sexual abuse and an Islander who lost her husband to suicide. I feel proud to have done the things I have done but I have also had to learn a whole new way of writing, learn how the Jersey government works and contend with journalists who have been here for years. That has been tough.
What I have learnt most over the last year or so is it’s okay not to feel okay and there have been countless times where I have not felt okay. I have come to know the inside of the office toilets so well after shedding many tears inside them. I’m also now a pro at being able to cry behind a cubicle and no-one knowing. I have written countless stories about mental health during my time here and it has taken me a while to realise that, you know what, it’s something that affects us all and life can be pretty shit. In fact it can be so shit that even driving to work can be a chore.
I have missed countless tea dates with my best friend in the UK who has recently given birth. I have missed my niece’s fifth birthday and my nephew’s third birthday and I have missed conversations with my parents around the dinner table. But most of all I have missed feeling like me. I have felt so exhausted that I have struggled to go to work. I have held back so many tears it has caused pain and I have felt at times that all my passion and compassion has been drawn out of me.
Don’t get me wrong I have met a number of amazing friends in Jersey and I have fallen back in love. But I have also felt at a loose end on weekends when everyone else seemed to be out. I have ran out of credit speaking to my mum on the phone in floods of tears. I have not told my friends the full extent of how I am feeling because I didn’t want to upset them and I have had many a walk on the beach wetting my checks with my tears.
Jersey is a beautiful place – it is somewhere I hope to return but my passion to be a journalist has been challenged. Work has been tough and I’ve kept a lot bottled up. Even still I have not explained the full extent of my feelings. Unfortunately it’s been a chapter of my life that many parts of it will remain shut and forgotten.
It’s time to move on again. I feel I haven’t been following a path since my life changed dramatically a couple of years ago. I don’t know if that is necessarily a bad thing but it’s just made my life tough. I’m excited for things to come but I know that there will be many times when I will question my mental state and have the odd cry in a toilet.
It’s okay to not feel okay and it happens to the best of us.