Today is the ten-year anniversary of my mothers suicide. It's been a few months since I finished grieving. My grief didn't come immediately and it didn't come at once. I shoved it down with so many different things, some you will have read about and some... not yet. Three years ago, I wrote this. It's …
Attempting to escape
I was 19 when I realised I was in debt, being secretive about how I was feeling and letting my relationships slip. Over the months, my sickness level had gotten a lot worse at work and I had to be honest that I was struggling with my mental health. I told my team leader as …
The aftermath of the storm
I didn't have to ask how my mother had died, I knew how. Deep down, I even knew why. She was dead because she wanted to be. Knowing why, deep down, was not something that stopped me asking why. Why fight to get us back only to choose to leave us? Why now? Why couldn't …
Self Preservation to Self Love 