Years ago, I attended a house party. Sat around, we started talking about racism. As the only BAME person in the room, I believed myself an authority.
How denial drives us to reject growth and help
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 →
