An Open Letter to My Love

To My Dear, You will currently be sat in your car, listening to Hamilton on your final journey home from the last three years (I hope, by the way, that the drive is not too arduous). I am so proud of you. So proud of what you have achieved, what you continue to achieve and… Continue reading An Open Letter to My Love

Why I Always Burn Out

I have never been taught how to relax. Ever since I was little, all I remember of dinner-time conversation was my parents talking about work. My sister and I have a running joke of just rolling our eyes at each other and starting conversation between ourselves, imitating our parents. Every single meal time was the… Continue reading Why I Always Burn Out

Mental Health is Exhausting: A Short Rant

I am fed up. I am fed up with the fact that everything I do in my day is a an exercise to make sure I keep me safe. I am fed up with having to do things all the time to avoid what may trigger a breakdown. I can't have a lie in without… Continue reading Mental Health is Exhausting: A Short Rant

A Poetic Apology to My Sister

I was there, On the worst night of your life. I picked you up, After speeding through small roads With tears blurring my vision. // I was there, When you called me on the worst night of your life. You couldn’t talk through the sobs; Your friend had to explain what happened; I had to… Continue reading A Poetic Apology to My Sister

BPD is Subtle

She is incredibly subtle. She takes ordinary thoughts, and through small playback loops, makes me believe they're more important than they are. If they're in the forefront of my mind then they must be important. They must have significance. Wait. No. It's just her. She takes ordinary tasks and, through distraction and manipulation, makes me… Continue reading BPD is Subtle

The Monster who Loved

I find it very difficult to explain to people how I experience BPD. With a huge stigma surrounding the sparsely-talked-about condition, finding the right explanation has proved very difficult, especially when trying to inform a person who doesn't understand mental health problems. So here it is, presented in a tale-as-old-as-time. In this story, there are… Continue reading The Monster who Loved

Living With a Disordered Mind.

I've always used writing as a way to express what I feel, alongside other formats such as photography. I feel that for me, writing words down is like drawing on paper what you see in your mind but can't express with your tongue. I think the worst thing about having a broken mind (and yes,… Continue reading Living With a Disordered Mind.

A Poem to a Younger Self

Dear innocence, You are not alone. In your darkest of nights, And lightest of lights, You will always find a home. // Dear innocence, Be strong now my dear, Do not fear the shadows, For while they are ominous, You are courageous // Dear innocence, Stay a little while longer, And stop worrying about other… Continue reading A Poem to a Younger Self