Personal Pieces: 2017 has started as such a difficult year.

I haven’t blogged for a while. Scratch that. I haven’t written anything for a while. I used to find the idea of writing what I felt down, to be sort of therapeutic. It was the way I worked out what was happening. I used it to untwist what was happening in my head. However, writing … More Personal Pieces: 2017 has started as such a difficult year.

My Week Started off Badly… Just Keep Swimming.

I had a pretty shit beginning to my week, and it has made me pretty, excuse my French, pissed off. I’m just angry at myself, at life… and I just feel like crying every 10 minutes. However, Nutella has been my saviour and endless amounts of junk food. In-between stressing over my dissertation, swallowing painkillers … More My Week Started off Badly… Just Keep Swimming.

This Tower

I used to climb those same vines of darkness and depth, but then I reached the top and hell couldn’t pull me down anymore. I stared down at the world, from my tower of recovery I could see the struggle, the crippling of mankind. I tried to pull you up the wall, scratched my bare … More This Tower

Rejected

Our blades our pills, and our nooses were not just objects. They were the love we longed for, when the world left us bare and nothing. The thing we had as the Earth shattered around us, and as the idea of loneliness came to surround our days. Our minds set to reverse, whilst our body … More Rejected