Sarah on baggage

I’m writing this the morning after as it was to much to do it yesterday.
In fairness yesterday was easier.
Day two was crazy, I think I’m fit and strong but I wasn’t sure I would make it.
I have loads of reflections that I think are easier in bullet points, I’m wary of sounding like an arty farty, badly written, attempting too many metaphors type

1. Everything is way harder when you’re carrying a heavy load
2. The beauty that you’re surrounded by becomes irrelevant when you’re carrying a dead weight
3. When it gets so heavy and the hill is so hard it’s easier to crawl and then you don’t see anything
4. I did actually crawl which is now making me laugh
5. Taking off your backpack is amazing, everything is different

What these clumsy metaphors have made me reflect is I can take off my baggage and my life becomes immediately easier; my understanding of abuse is that baggage doesn’t go away.


I woke last night to find Viv crying, she was distressed and needed to get out of the tent. It was hard for me to watch and feel helpless. I also feel angry. Fuck you you fuckers. How dare you have done this to my beautiful friend.


This walk isn’t easy; physically or emotionally; it’s beautiful and we are here for each other but it’s challenging and thinking about / living with abuse is never far from our minds