Sarah is a vein, a dark thread in the meat they process for the chicken tenders.
The Last Ewe: how learning to use my hands pulled me out of the void
Life existed outside of the bubble of rigid academia, and I hadn’t been able to see that until I left it
It’s not as simple as just seeing a counsellor
A comic exploring the nuances of 'having counselling'.
Mental Health Awareness Week is not enough
A poem about those who feel excluded from Mental Health Awareness Week.
9 weeks
With candlesticks and Midsummer Commons we laughed, the sunset never stopped our light, we were kids with a limbo-like future.
Unfriending my bulimia
She created a protective membrane for me when I wondered why I didn’t have a boyfriend, why I felt invisible and why, despite close friends and supportive family, I didn’t "fit"
Blue
Can an artwork play the role of sunlight?
Art is a space where I can be honest about my mental health problems
Laura Greenway writes about how she uses art as a vehicle to overcome stigma towards discussing mental health problems.
Red block
A poem about when disordered eating swallows menstruation.
Blueprint 