The other side of the story
I’ve been getting a lot of reminders lately that not everything is about me. I’m inherently selfish. Maybe that’s human, and maybe I’m too sensitive. I assume every subtweet is Continue Reading →
I’ve been getting a lot of reminders lately that not everything is about me. I’m inherently selfish. Maybe that’s human, and maybe I’m too sensitive. I assume every subtweet is Continue Reading →
I don’t feel very strong, so it always amazes me when people ask me where I get my strength from. The same with courage. I don’t feel brave. I feel Continue Reading →
Everybody wants to be a better version of you and me I just bleed tears in my eyes/ scars on my thighs I apologise, did I think I was right? Continue Reading →
A couple days ago, while I was weeping again, I asked my friend: “Why can’t I just cope alone? What’s wrong with me?” And he replied: “No one can. We’re Continue Reading →
I don’t know if writing this will make things better or worse, but basically I’m doing it to cope, because the alternative is sitting in bed, feeling like the worst Continue Reading →
I’ve wanted to write about anxiety for a long time, but it’s hard to find the words to describe what living with it is like. Last night, I had a Continue Reading →
So far I’ve avoided adding my voice to the current conversations on rape culture in New Zealand, for many reasons. Last week was a bad week for me, and for Continue Reading →
What self-harm can mean for some people, and some ways to talk about it. Self-harm is something I have avoided talking about most of my life, though I’ve been doing Continue Reading →
It took me quite a long time to realise that most people don’t wake up every day thinking: “I want to die.” I do. I have had depression and anxiety Continue Reading →