Black coffee

I started drinking coffee regularly during lockdown. One cup every morning. Before, the caffeine would send my heart rate into the stratosphere, my wide eyes panning the periphery for imminent danger, breath catching in my throat. The thing about a pandemic is that you tend to be in a near-constant state of anxiety anyway, so … Continue reading Black coffee

It is better to try than to forever wonder “what if?”.

My career history goes something like this: retail, military academy administrator, trainee veterinary nurse, college student support advisor, self-employed clock painter, freelance digital designer, personalised gift technician, college disability advisor. It's not as wild as some people's CVs, but I have explored a good few jobs in my time. I carry some insecurity about the … Continue reading It is better to try than to forever wonder “what if?”.

Summertime sadness – depression doesn’t just happen in Winter

When you think of depression, the chances are you think of cold weather. The endless stretch of Winter, minimal daylight. Bleak rainy days and grey skies. Whilst many people with SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) do experience a direct link between the seasonal shift and their mental health, depression can affect us at any time of … Continue reading Summertime sadness – depression doesn’t just happen in Winter

Our relationship with written reflection

It occurred to me recently, whilst considering how I like to spend my time that I write every day. As someone that lives inside their own head, I have always found the best way of making sense of the innumerable thoughts bolting around my brain on a daily basis is to write them down. Seeing … Continue reading Our relationship with written reflection

A love letter to my fringe (or bangs if you’re American)

We have been together on and off since my teens. It started with an eyelash skimming side sweep that was de rigeur in 2002, frequently clipped to one side in moments of uncertainty about whether I could commit to you. I grew you out, but couldn't help but come crawling back to you, especially after … Continue reading A love letter to my fringe (or bangs if you’re American)