A poem about recovering from an eating disorder.
When I think of my life, it splits into two sections divided by a thick line, a line made up of the hands of men who turned my life and me inside out: the before and after I was sexually assaulted.
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.
Though my cancer diagnosis was at the end of 2015, the psychological effects of the event are still omnipresent in my life.
I am continuing, and flourishing in my university course from my hospital bed.
Micha catches up with the artist.
Is it unhealthy to try not to think about your trauma?
With relapse, we don’t simply become again the person we were when we were ill before.