Is my rhythm of life more than just an inconvenience to me? Is it also an inconvenience to a capitalist model of production which fails and oppresses so many? If so, are my life and body rhythms wiser than I knew?
I don't think university was the fundamental cause, but I do believe it acted as the trigger which made these feelings explode beyond my control.
Sarah is a vein, a dark thread in the meat they process for the chicken tenders.
Life existed outside of the bubble of rigid academia, and I hadn’t been able to see that until I left it
A comic exploring the nuances of 'having counselling'.
A poem about those who feel excluded from Mental Health Awareness Week.
With candlesticks and Midsummer Commons we laughed, the sunset never stopped our light, we were kids with a limbo-like future.
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"
Can an artwork play the role of sunlight?