I was too busy to write this article for seven months.
I can empathise, I just do it in a different way.
Someone on such a level of fame and power as Kanye West has a responsibility in how he engages in the mental health discourse.
The heat shouldn't stop you being comfortable.
In the early hours of Friday morning, I left a club because I couldn't stop crying.
What is it like to live with someone who believes themselves to be seriously ill?
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.
Life existed outside of the bubble of rigid academia, and I hadn’t been able to see that until I left it