Demonising social media draws attention away from other factors.
4 tips on feeling comfortable showing self-harm scars in the heatwave
The heat shouldn't stop you being comfortable.
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.
2017 was the year colours re-entered my life
Reflecting on her 2017, Helena Fox describes how travelling and being an inpatient brought colourful emotions back into her grey world.
“What if it’s different, and what if it’s the same?”: On recovery and relapse
With relapse, we don’t simply become again the person we were when we were ill before.
When depression runs in your family, some questions arise
It was only when I started doing my therapy training in 2010 that I started to follow the thread of maternal disengagement back to my grandmother.
What’s in a name?
What happens when you're given the wrong diagnostic label?
crisis time
A poem about cries for help.
Exercise, self-care, self-harm, and me
A personal account of using exercise as an alternative outlet to self-harm.
