In February my life in Leipzig intensified after I started working at a new creative coworking space, as well as moving into my new art studio – truly a room of one’s own, where amongst other things, my energy for polital activism reemerged.

Between breaking apart and building something new, February and March were months of questioning old systems and getting more comfortable with risk.

I was struggling to balance the demands of my professional life and my relationship, which had suffocated me with its dark pull to the point of complete overwhelm. Frequent illnesses, accidents and trips to the emergency room for mysterious problems had started to become a normal part of our lives.

My psychological rock-bottom had driven me to finally read some of the books well-meaning people had been trying to give to me for years. I took this as an opportunity to question some long-held beliefs about my life, like needing non-monogamy to be happy.