A journal · est. 2025
The bicycle did not save me.
It just kept showing up.
Honest writing about depression, burnout, and the slow recovery I am building one ride at a time.
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The day I couldn't get out of bed
Burnout did not arrive like a storm. It crept in on a quiet Tuesday, and the bicycle in the hallway was the first thing that asked me to try again.
March 12, 2025
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Reflection· April 02, 2025
Fifty kilometres of thinking nothing
On a long ride along the river, I noticed my thoughts had finally gone quiet. Here is what I learned about the difference between escape and recovery.
Journey· April 18, 2025
Coastal route, three days alone
A short solo trip along the cliffs. Notes on solitude, headwinds, and the small triumph of pitching a tent when you are exhausted.
Journey· May 04, 2025
The forest loop I keep coming back to
There is a 22 km gravel loop near my home that I have ridden over forty times this year. Some places earn the right to be ordinary.
"The opposite of depression is not happiness. It is movement."
— a thought, somewhere on kilometre forty