"Oxford is romanticised as a magical rollercoaster of highs and lows. Living with undiagnosed bipolar, I thought I was simply riding those highs and lows alongside everyone else."
The veil
A poem about dissociation.
Dissecting narratives: The poetics of trauma
When I experience my trauma, it doesn’t take the form of a novel or a screenplay or a police statement. It’s everywhere. Staticky. Pervasive.
Excerpts From the Honesty Book
Mental states in verse.
Blueprint 