A poem about those who feel excluded from Mental Health Awareness Week.
9 weeks
With candlesticks and Midsummer Commons we laughed, the sunset never stopped our light, we were kids with a limbo-like future.
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"
Blue
Can an artwork play the role of sunlight?
Art is a space where I can be honest about my mental health problems
Laura Greenway writes about how she uses art as a vehicle to overcome stigma towards discussing mental health problems.
Red block
A poem about when disordered eating swallows menstruation.
Walking away from academia is valid
I just walked away from Cambridge, one year into my PhD.
R.E.M
A poem by Eve Colyer.
Why I won’t apologise for being overweight
What the Guardian got wrong about body positivity, and why I'm prioritising my mental health.
