Capably Capable

People treat me like a child sometimes. I am not a child. I’m 33. Sometimes I think people forgot this. I can look after myself. I actually can. I can cook, I can keep the house clean and I can keep myself alive and dressed and clean. I can get …

Poetry: Lost Too Much

You say fall and I see jump I think I’ve lost too much. Seen too much and my imagination broken shattered into pieces after a long fall from a frightening height from which you jumped. A permanent change has come over me never the same now I see friends hanging …

Fiction: Liar

She supposes she’s sat there more than once or twice telling lies to passers-by, acting honest and innocent but she’s not too sure. It’s been a long time, drawn out by the cold and calculating way in which the world has treated her. Now she’s left to sit and suffer …

Everything Is Hard.

The thing about having a mental health problem is that you’re not normal any more. We fight to de-stigmatise mental health problems, but life with one is not normal. Suddenly you’re not like most people any more. You’re not like you were or you may be in the future. You’re …

Bra-Less

It’s been over a month since I gave up on the bra. I wore it a couple of weeks ago for a job interview (I didn’t get it), but other than that I’ve not bothered with it. Two things have been very clear over the past month. One. I don’t …