What happens when the routine that’s meant to support you becomes your enemy?
“I thought I’d gone mad”: Your guide to dissociation
I completely lost peripheral vision, like I was looking through a peephole that kept getting smaller and smaller and smaller. Objects appeared to close or too far away.
Evaluation
A poem about pain in wanting to be loved.
Why talking about queerness is good for our mental health
I was fifteen when I started shutting myself in my wardrobe.
brighton-cambridge, late at night
A poem by Joanna Kozlowska
‘No more cuddles’: Disability, anxiety, and asking for ‘too much’
The care was still there if I needed it. But it told me “your distress is too much”.
Editor’s Letter: February 2017
What a tempestuous month it has been, both personally and politically.
How do you do self-care as an activist?
Our comfort shouldn't always come first.
Antidepressants made me feel like myself again
'You're not really depressed, you're just pretending; you don't need meds.'
Blueprint 