28 December 2017. Eight or nine years on, I stand face to face with the perpetrator. “Do you remember the session we had with Ms Foo, when you told her you woke up outside of IMH and walked in?” I asked. “Yes.” “What happened after you entered IMH?” I remember, of course. You claimed to… Continue reading
Driftwood. Scorching heat of the sun. Vast, endless sea. I’m bobbing up and down quietly, listening to the waves lap against me. Ships yawn a long, low groan, and I realise that even though they’re dry and hollow, they’re not in want. Probably because they know to keep things casual. They’re listless, but they know… Continue reading Let me settle down already.
For the one that has been with me every day and night of my existence, here is a letter to you. We haven’t had it easy since we hit 15. Maybe 13, if we were being completely honest about secondary school. 12, if we count the days of running away from home and playing truancy… Continue reading Dear Brain,