About Bridie.
Hi, hello, howdy! I’m thrilled you’re here to read more about me because usually I don’t consider myself mildly interesting enough to sit and ponder how I’m going to put my identity across to a brand new audience and how to not make it sound as though I’m a 5 year old introducing herself to the class. 🌚
If you don’t know by now, I’m Bridie. A summer baby, a Gemini and a very sensitive, intuitive person who’s still got lots of learning to do. Living through my 20s was a slow and painful trudge through quicksand but now at 31 I finally feel like I’m hatching out of the shell; caring less and doing more.
I currently reside in Leeds, Yorkshire where I’ve lived all my life. I have one sibling (a 27 year old mountain of a man who I still like to consider my baby brother) and I live with my mum - for several reasons but the main one being we’d both be alone if we lodged separately so what’s the point when we get along like best friends?!
I’m a freelancer with a fluctuating pain condition which means one minute I’m ready to take on the world, and the next I’m laid up wishing the world would swallow me up. The spectrum of emotions my head falls upon is a fragile place to be but it also plays host to creativity, optimism and activism which is all I need to get by (along with seeing my friends, going to as many concerts as humanly possible, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, binge watching Netflix with an abundant amount of snacks, swooning over beautiful architecture, hoping one day I will win the lottery even if I don’t play it etc etc.)
I won’t ramble too much as there’s plenty of time for you to get to know me and I get to know you and I. Cannot. Wait!
It came out of the blue with a build up to detonation, one December morning in the Christmas upheaval. I was 17, studying a Childcare and Education Diploma at college whilst working my first temporary weekend seasonal job in retail and just getting over a pesky cold. That was why when I woke up with a headache too unfathomable to place on a pain scale, I thought nothing of it.
What followed was vomiting, drowsiness and a sense of ‘offness’ – like I wasn’t partaking in the existence passing me by. There was a funny numb feeling in my left leg a week before this as I went to my doctor with suspected flu but a mention of it was met with an unserious scoff “do you think you’re having a stroke?”. To be fair, I was equally as ill-informed because something as serious as a stroke never crosses your mind as a teenager. It was just the latter end of a viral infection, yeah? Nothing to worry about, right? I couldn’t be more wrong.