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”
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”