In the early hours of Friday morning, I left a club because I couldn't stop crying.
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.
"I didn't know that complex PTSD existed until I came across it in Judith Herman's 'Trauma and Recovery' and realised that I had it"
The most fantastic opportunity of my life has also been maybe one of the most difficult.
It's the fear that says: "why bother reaching out? No one cares about you".
Controlling my social media use made me feel more connected.
A comic about fighting to function.