Moheeni Paul examines the ancient art of henna as a mindfulness tool
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Waking Up Sad
A poem by H Dawood about trauma and recovery
I don’t see you coming
A poem about the relationship between mental health problems and the self
Hypochondriasis and taking care of my father
What is it like to live with someone who believes themselves to be seriously ill?
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.
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.
Fixations of Little Consequence & Unflinching
We want it so much that we succumb to the illusion. Talking circles with a distinct sort of nausea. Flagrant on our own accord so don't believe every thought you think, fool.
From mother to daughter
I inferred some messages. Being female means gore, agony and mess. Being adult means having a frightening body that is out of my control.
I’m leaving counselling. What now?
Weeks ago I would will the sessions to be over, but right now I feel almost abandoned, like a small child not ready to let their mother’s hand go.
