<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Journal on Halley Adams | Blog</title><link>https://blog.halleyadams.uk/tags/journal/</link><description>Recent content in Journal on Halley Adams | Blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-GB</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2026 22:20:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.halleyadams.uk/tags/journal/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>How I came back from the brink</title><link>https://blog.halleyadams.uk/posts/093/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2026 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.halleyadams.uk/posts/093/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I am writing this on a Monday. The weekend was hard and there are things I am embarrassed about, and I wish had gone differently, a decision I made on Sunday morning to stay home instead of going back and facing them. The work week has already handed me more than I wanted to carry. And underneath all of it, quieter and heavier than the rest, my mother is not quite herself anymore, and the family is having the conversations that families have when they cannot pretend otherwise.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>What I learned from nearly imploding</title><link>https://blog.halleyadams.uk/posts/092/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2026 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.halleyadams.uk/posts/092/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;That is what nearly imploding looks like, from the inside.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had been running on empty for longer than I want to admit. The work kept coming and I kept absorbing it, because that is what I do, because I am capable and I care and walking away from something unfinished goes against every instinct I have. My home reflected the state I was in. My body reflected the state I was in. My online presence, the one I had spent years building, got deleted in a panic one night because I could not separate the reasonable from the catastrophic anymore. When you are that depleted, everything feels like a threat.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>