When you've learned to be ashamed of love, is it possible to ever love yourself? I dare say yes.
On the intersection of love and shame
“I will never be loveable” – here’s how to convince yourself otherwise
Never feel good enough? Break out of patterns that no longer serve you and get to know the real you!
Never Seen, Never Will
Contemplations on the wonder that uncertainty brings, and how feeling small can push me to achieve poetry.
Saturn Return or walking well-trodden paths
A life update and reflection on turning 30.
How to find your deep well of creativity and knowing
I used to think my creativity comes from suffering and drugs. Access to this magical land was given to me only when earned. Not anymore!
Why self-help books will only take you so far
I am far from a self-hate book hater. There is however a pitfall we fall into when we content ourselves to reading them that I'd like to explore.
To that day i fast #poem
i felt a throbbing ache in my chest last fall after counting heartthrobs and ribs after eating my weight in chips i sigh at last and the doctor i call she asks if i've been outside lately before sunsets and rainstorms before ravens pick out lost worms she smiles and waves me out gently stomach... Continue Reading →
Claim your life back, one breath at a time (a short story)
Restless and anxious, I come back home. Meaning, I sit back down with my laptop to write you a short story.The days are still dark now in February, one storm after the other blowing through the UK and my mind. Dark days indeed I think, scrolling through twitter: adults attacking a teen climate fighter, hate... Continue Reading →
Speak not of love to deny it #poem
Good and badThat's how evil thinksTalk of virtueWatch their hearts sink Fifty shades of self-denialNoses crossing over shadowsMessiahs turning in their gravesseeing their followers new clothes Speak not of love to deny itShow me no grace if ever flauntedTil death do us part, I spit on youI rather have my lonely home haunted
Forever valentine #poem
Arms long enough to wrap around my neckYet I cuff hugs from strangers who won't call my bluffHold many hands with my outstretched limbsGo home to pizza and TV Write of solitude and heartache galoreDream of soulmates who bake and tan on the shoreFingers interlocked, the remote lost in the couchBlink twice, only I am... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 