Grief is slowly tearing me apart. It’s not just about the fresh loss in front of me. It’s the deep chasm that now cracks wide open, revealing all the losses to come. Mortality slices through the red-raw immaturity of life. It’s the realisation that no matter how pleasant this little life can be; Existence is not absolution. The never-ending night comes for us all. The darkness never sleeps. Resistance is futile.

If you can sit in your darkest moments But not suffocate in Pandora’s jar, If you can feel the pain twist inside of you, And let empathy rip open the scar; If you can give the nod that confirms ‘me too,’ Or lend your voice without need to impress, If…

The day I turned 31 the world fell apart. And it was a fucking relief. Suddenly everything stopped. No more reckless nights out, no more having to turn up to every event I’d unwittingly signed up to, no more having to cry in the bathroom toilet at work because I…

The night I met him I smoked a cigarette. It was the middle of a long, tedious summer where the air was thick with the heat of the day, but the nights were cold. My thighs were covered in goose bumps and I itched under the thin blanket of dried…

My dungarees help me to disappear. They help me to stand out. In my dungarees, I am neither her nor him, young or old, I am me. I am us. My dungarees are not sexy, feminine or cute. They are the overalls that de-sex me for the day. …

I prefer the night. I like the darkness. I feel comforted by the creeping velvet curtain that sweeps in and covers everything it touches in a thick, inky blanket. The night makes me feel safe, it understands me, it makes me feel loved. Everything is more palatable in the moonlight…

Well, 2019 has been fun…the world is in political turmoil, the climate is in crisis, and I’m eating a box of Quality Street chocolates in bed on a Tuesday morning. …

14 days ago I took the morning after pill. Now, this is not such a dramatic thing to say, thankfully I live in a country that protects a woman’s right to have control over her own body, but I am kind of pissed off about it. Sex is something that…

Ola amigos. This is my third attempt in the last 3 years to write something about my body that is positive, and that ultimately convinces me, myself and I that I do actually love the skin that I’m in (see previous posts titled as the above but with 28 and…