I peer through the holes in the sheets, I poke my finger through, wiggle my thumb, wonder when we’ll all be done.
Advertisements
The places I reside in: Group therapy and recovery from sexual assault
When I think of my life, it splits into two sections divided by a thick line, a line made up of the hands of men who turned my life and me inside out: the before and after I was sexually assaulted.
Taboo
Forks scrape against plates and the word just hangs there Dripping.
When I tell you my sister is abusive
Taking sibling abuse seriously
The quiet vulnerability of ‘thank u, next’
Ariana Grande's new single rewrites the script for heartbreak.
What is it really like to recover from addiction?
Blueprint spoke to two people with real-life experiences.
Let’s talk about dyspraxia
Dyspraxia may be surrounded by stereotypes of being ditzy, clumsy and ungraceful, but it's no laughing matter
Misread
A poem about sexual assault, by a former best friend.
I don’t see you coming
A poem about the relationship between mental health problems and the self
