July is finally over

And with it, one of the most challenging months I’ve ever experienced. My life has felt own hold while I’ve battled against health care professionals (who are frankly exhausted and woefully underfunded) and system that is falling apart through a lack of support and resources, one that is unable to support anything that is simply more than physical. It’s a sad state of affairs considering the growing epidemic of mental and neurological conditions post the pandemic, but here we are.

My husband’s been diagnosed with Functional Neurological Disorder. I’ve witnessed breakdowns, one of the not so good sides of my industry, I’ve worked with trauma victims using songwriting to support rehabilitation, but I’ve never seen anything like this. Recovery is possible, but it’s slow. And with my own falling motivation levels I guess what I’m saying is: I’m still here, I’m still working (and open to work), just bear with me a little.

I’m not sure what the future holds, this is a good lesson in taking one day at a time. Music is a blessing in this respect. My friend Fiona Bevan wisely said to me that the events of this month will come pouring out at some point. She’s right. Today I made a small start, adding to the songs I have already.

Gigs wise I’m not sure when I’ll be back on stage. My next show is Haslemere next year, and at the moment I’m tempted to wait until that time. Gigging already felt uneasy, and I’ve been happiest helping others in the studio to channel their stories for their projects, playing live for them and working on media projects.

These are strange times, but I’m hopeful.

Anna x