I still have those negative feelings and emotions, but I put them into working hard at university, exercising and socialising. … More My Struggle with Self-Harm.
Someone once tried to chat me up whilst I was using crutches. “Hey, I’m using crutches too, broke my leg”… yeh, great Bill, but your leg will fix itself. … More The Three Way: Me, Him & My Chronic Pain.
I am tired most days because my joints work hard to keep me upright. Chronic pain is unseen, unheard and half the time it is never known about. … More The Reality of My Chronic Pain
I sometimes find myself wondering. I wonder where we’ll be in five years, and whether the world will still turn. I wonder what lies before me, awaiting time, hoping that my last breath isn’t tonight. I wonder whether religion will exist, and if heaven is for me or hell. I wonder if death will hurt, … More I Wonder (Spoken Word)
He said my bruises were flowers without petals. They grew from the life inside me. They weren’t remnants of my past or of last summer. I was a piece of fruit thrown from place to place. A face that didn’t know how to smile. I hadn’t done that for a while. My scars were roads … More They were Mine (Spoken Word)
You have cheered on… rape. Dashed through police tape as if it were the finish line in a race in who could be awful first… An article on trolls inspired by Shane Koyczan… Coming soon
I wish it was just sticks and stones that hurt my bones. That the words of hate didn’t pain me. I didn’t repeat them in my mind, again and again. It’s stupid that small words in the past, hurt me today, and I still don’t feel okay, despite loving people in my life. When I … More What They Said (Spoken Word)