Children of dysfunctional homes often end up repeating the same relationship patterns they learned early on, first of all with themselves. This is what feels safe and known; our nervous system and brain is still stuck in fight-or-flight mode and cannot distinguish toxic patterns from healthy ones. We practise self-abandonment before others do.Did you have... Continue Reading →
How reality TV is helping my mental health (no joke)
I must be the first person ever to state this, and I'm well aware of the controversy. After all, 38 deaths have been linked to former reality star contestants, and the online trolling has been horrendous. How come someone as outspoken about mental health as I cannot keep away from Love Island each night? Many... Continue Reading →
Depression taught me to live again
Last summer, my 2-year depression came to a head. I took myself to A&E and refused to leave, knowing that if I did, I would be all out of options with my suicidal depression. Previously, therapists had sent me away, stating that my problems were above their pay grade. Yoga had been helpful to the... Continue Reading →
Willing to be a bad friend – perfectionism in friendship
Like marriage, friendship cannot survive long term if one doesn’t at least give the semblance to care. When one’s feelings are hurt, someone needs to do the work to overcome it. When it is always the same person, how could a human being stop themselves from resenting them? Life is too short to force connections... Continue Reading →
I could use a little death right now
In waterloo station they advertise snow Every one looks like the last guy I shagged I could use a little death right now At a party there's beer but the hosts a no-show Leftovers bagged and friends gone home so Give me a tiny drag right now At kings cross free sample of a rainbow... Continue Reading →
are spiders friends?
last year, i cut my hairfrom hip length to ear lengthbut between my shoulder bladesi still felt a tingling in mirrors, i caught a glimpseof a large fluffy spider clingingto my spine, its legs restingon my ribs. i stretched thin and laid it on thickit didn't budgei tickled its bum and poked it with a... Continue Reading →
Waiting in the wings
I wish the mentally unwell would wear stars My family is hard to find these days We could form an army like the nightsky And be hounded as a pack My spine has started to grow roots And I actually don’t mind being alive With samplings as dried up as ours We need all the... Continue Reading →