It wasn’t until the hour before the appointment that I thought through what was about to happen.
"In all other ways, I'm a late bloomer, but with mental health, I was the earliest of all the birds"
On autism, music and sadness.
A poem about bulimia.
Instagram scrolling doesn’t happen in a vacuum.
C.K. isn’t apologising to women he assaulted, he is apologising to his life prospects
'Badness' does not equal 'madness'.
I am continuing, and flourishing in my university course from my hospital bed.
A poem by Nikita Singh