This morning I looked at the notes on my phone. My notes are entirely populated with wholly ridiculous drunken messages to myself,...

I find satisfaction with the Here and Now absolutely impossible. There’s always something else I should be doing, always a way I need to...

It’s really easy to feel as though we’re living in an age of global political and social futility. I mean, this is awful isn't it? After...

The idea of fan fiction is quite interesting to me because it's the clearest sign that any time you put a story out into the world, it's...

If I asked you to picture self care, what image would you conjure? I reckon you're probably picturing a bubble bath, candles, face mask,...

The binary between mental health and mental ill health is often painted as black and white. We’re fine or we’re not. There are episodes...

Sink. I don’t know what my equivalent of the spoon gently tapping the inside of the teacup is, but right now I’m in the sunken place. The...

On the tube today I wrote a note on my phone of everything that’s wrong with me. It’s not a rib-tickling read. Everything went into that...

I wrote this piece the day Chester Bennington died. I'm reposting it today, in the wake of Keith Flint's suicide, because I think it's...

Cards on the table- this probably isn’t going to be a post laden with popular opinions. But not a whole lot of my other opinions are...

Mental illness is lonely. There's no two ways about it. Feeling misunderstood, trapped, hopeless, like everything is a battle. People can...