In the early hours of Friday morning, I left a club because I couldn't stop crying.
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Hypochondriasis and taking care of my father
What is it like to live with someone who believes themselves to be seriously ill?
Rejoicing in the revolution of non-conforming bodies and minds
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?
The freshers’ week that brought on my depression
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.
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'.
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"
Walking away from academia is valid
I just walked away from Cambridge, one year into my PhD.
Why I won’t apologise for being overweight
What the Guardian got wrong about body positivity, and why I'm prioritising my mental health.
