Katerina Petrou
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Combining my passions of travelling, food, poetry and photography, I welcome you to read my stories.
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My Fire
My fire inbetween your fingers felt too real. So you put it out.
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Poets
Mindfulness For The Mentally Ill. Content Warning.
How much does mindfulness cost? While conducting research for this essay, this popular Google search suggestion summarised its validity and point precisely. Mindfulness is not something that should have a cost assigned to it. Although, as with everything today, it does - and a heavy one at that. To the mentally ill, mindfulness may just be another desperate avenue towards healing. As, if one is experiencing a chemical imbalance in the brain, the most effective solutions are prescribed medication and Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT). However, these options come with restrictions. Medication for mental health treatment is experimental. Sometimes it can have a detrimental effect - a risk far too great for somebody so close to giving up on their life. Also, the average expense for one private therapy session can be anywhere between £40 to £80. Therefore, natural mental practices such as mindfulness can appeal to those who are unable to access these remedies. Though, it has come to my attention that mindfulness is a luxury. It is not something that the ones who need mental healing most can easily apply to their lives. Nor, something that many can afford.
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Psyche
Do You Live To Write, Or Write To Live?
Speaking your thoughts aloud, before you have even had time to think them, can reveal your truth. The amount of conversations I endure with my mother, much to her reluctance, about my ambiguous career seems to have become a regular occurrence. The dilemma is this: how do I live as a writer? Writing, it is what shines light on my dark mind. It aids me in my breathing. One of the few things to bring a smile to my tired soul. The act of writing gives me purpose. To put it simply, I live to write. But, my question is, must I write to live? Sitting opposite my mother on garden chairs during today’s installment of "What should I do with my life?", my own words affirmed what I needed to hear. 'Anyone can be a copywriter, but not just anyone can be a writer.'
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Writers
Being Young and Sober
My costume felt like that of a clown. Bright pink mini dress, big hair, which seemed like it took half of my life to style, and eyeliner that felt heavy on my tired eyes. Inside the bar that my sister and I used to frequent during last summer's warm nights, I recalled how we would dance all night. When my high hemline and low neckline did not feel so unnatural on my body and mind. We drank, we watched the morning hours, we spoke to men however we wanted to without fear and question. Being a poet, the default of my thoughts is to examine every situation and dissect its meaning. Write essays of length and endless poems. The simple fact is, last summer my sister had just fallen out of her engagement and I finally got a taste of the youth I never had. Though the bar we found ourselves in three seasons later was the same, we had changed.
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Motivation
