How our culture’s preoccupation with size is counter-productive and detrimental to our health.
This post is a follow up to The Assault. Featured image is a poem by Rupi Kaur published in Milk and Honey. It was the morning after my assault: September 1st, 2019. I couldn’t stop shaking and I felt like puking every time I thought of the events of the night before, which was constantly.Continue reading “The Aftermath”
On August 31st, 2019, I was raped by a stranger I met in a nightclub in London. This is my story.
Breathing isn’t something we normally think about, we just do it. It’s so intuitive we take it for granted—until we can’t do it anymore. Then suddenly it becomes the only thing we can think about. Just ask anyone who has ever had an asthma attack or who has almost drowned. Ask the people with coronavirusContinue reading “Breathing”
Healing from depression is a long, slow process. My depression was the result of trauma (a subject I’m saving for another post as I am not yet ready to share it), so when I sought help in December I knew I needed a therapist to help me work through what happened to me. We agreedContinue reading “Antidepressants”
What better time to write a post on loneliness than when everyone is self-isolating during the coronavirus pandemic?
I mentioned in my last post a friend I cut out of my life because I believed they were toxic for me. Recently, I reached out to that friend in an attempt to heal things between us. Or at least I thought that was why at the time. Things did not go well. This personContinue reading “Forgiveness”
Today I am celebrating the person who deserves my love most in the world, but doesn’t always get it. Myself. Some of you may know that the past few months have not been easy for me. In late November and early December I was spending entire days curled up in bed. Sleep and the YouTubeContinue reading “Valentine’s Day”
Hello. I’ve started this blog to share some of the things I’ve been through, and to process my thoughts and emotions. Writing has always had the power to heal for me, and it’s my chosen form of self-expression. I’ve often wished I had the talent to sing or create music or art, or at leastContinue reading “Introducing Myself”