What is the cost?
I’ve been saying that I wanted to write about the cost of the lack of understanding of mental health in New Zealand. Then Bob Jones demonstrated it for me. The Continue Reading →
Author Archives: writehanded
‘Fuck you, Please help me’
I’ve noticed that whenever I have an appointment to see a medical professional – which is pretty much all the time – I tend to dress a certain way. I’ve Continue Reading →
All the words are written
I love reading poetry. Poetry makes me remember to breathe when everything is dark. Poetry slides my heart delicately from beneath my skin and stabs it bleeding onto the page. Continue Reading →
Pineapple Cats
I know my writing has been kinda depressing lately. So I wanted to share a Good Thing. THIS: I don’t know what it is about Pineapple Cats that makes me Continue Reading →
Tomorrow
(The edited version of ‘Today’) Today I am a key hole Today I am a green shard of polished glass on the shore at Day’s Bay Today I am a Continue Reading →
Where do I begin?
Scene: Tumblr dashboard. Character: me. Action: cruising… cruising… cruising… GRINDING FUCKING HALT. Usually, my Tumblr dash has lots of lovely pretty things and poems and clothes and bits here and Continue Reading →
Hyperbole and So Much More
I recently got given the Hyperbole and a Half book. It is the best thing ever. Hyperbole and a Half is a blog and a book written by Allie Brosch. She Continue Reading →
Some thoughts on body shaming
I saw a tweet a couple weeks ago that has really stuck with me. I’ve thought about it and thought about it, and it’s still annoying me. Trigger warning: this Continue Reading →
Little steps forward, little steps back
Sometimes it feels like you get a tiny bit of good news and you feel a tiny bit hopeful and then things just fall down again. I’m on new medication Continue Reading →
The Curse of Poetry
We left the world behind and followed the poet through the rain To hunker in the concrete bunker beneath the vineyard And watch Bill read with water dripping off his Continue Reading →