We are the remnants of our former selves. We are the remains, the leftovers. To feel like you have been halved, partially destroyed, and to still have something breaking you down bit by bit, this is one of the hardest things. How much of me will there be left? There is something wrong with this.…
I am plagued by what people assume I will be. And I don’t want to accept it and smile with you. I’m not happy to be the picture you have painted of me. I will not stand and pose like a mirror image of that portrait. I don’t want you to frame me that way.…
Ghosts have found a home wrapped around my throat and I can’t breathe. that’s where they’re most comfortable; that’s where I expect them to be. it’s testing time; these are testing times if you are haunted like me. I have made friends with my ghosts and they understand my thoughts. They float inside my head.…
I realised today that sometimes I avoid talking about my body for fear of making other people feel awkward. Isn’t that a bit messed up?
It’s Friday night and I’m at home drinking whisky and watching my favourite TV show, The Last Leg. And I’m thinking about why I love it so much. Last week I was lucky enough to have tickets to go and see the show being filmed live. My partner and I went along, and we had…
When we were small the days towered above us and we couldn’t see past today to worry about tomorrow. Remember that, when the years were new? Remember when time barely moved? But now time is a knotted ball in my mind, a tangled pair of headphones – mangled experiences, shredded pictures, a soundtrack distorted by…
I hold a deep love for October: the beginning, the constant. the cosy warmth swaddling us against the fast-approaching winter. October is orange in the trees, orange falling to the ground, orange lighting up the sky. Carving out contentment in pumpkins for the very first time. Singing and dancing and carefree, slippers and dressing gowns,…
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I left a piece of myself in Gothenburg, and I couldn’t find it in the signs at Heathrow. Nothing was written in beautiful Swedish, just in the boring English I already know. I tried to bring pieces of Gothenburg home – a backpack full of Kex bars and Ballerina biscuits; a blue and yellow t-shirt;…
now is not the time to think about where you’ve come from now is the time to be where you are