Everything Is Connected

Everyone gets stressed. When we do, it's easy to look for 'the cause'. For the one thing responsible for your stress - as if there is ever only one thing. Sometimes we find something and cling to it: it's my commute; my huge project at work; my uncle being sick. Those big things that are... Continue Reading →


Letters to Myself

CW: Graphic description of self-harm, self-hatred. I sat down just now to write you a blog post about loving things without restraint; about the freedom of being able to be enthused and comfortable in your hobbies and likes and loves. I'm still intending to show you that post later this week. But whilst I was... Continue Reading →

Reeling From Kindness

I have never considered myself a very successful person. This is rubbish, of course. I have had many, many successes in my life - including before these past few years. I know this logically. But this knowledge has never quite translated. I have always found, and this may be an anxious person's experience or it... Continue Reading →

Obligation and the Anxious Mind

When I was writing Mundane Magic, and the several much more terrible novels I wrote before it, my experience was very different to right now. I didn't have to write anything. People would know I was writing, of course, but there would never be any expectation that I would both finish and show it to... Continue Reading →

Remembering Robin

CW: This short story contains explicit discussion of suicide, self-harm and childhood trauma. The floor was made of stone tiles so smooth and slippery that they might as well have been glass. With each footstep she felt the soles of her boots slide just a little even as they clicked against the alabaster surface. It... Continue Reading →

What Bullet Journalling Means to Me

A little over eighteen months ago, I started to hear about something called bullet journalling. If you've been anywhere on the internet these past couple of years, it's likely a term you've also heard - at least in passing, if not in-depth. It is not an exaggeration to say that deciding to start my own... Continue Reading →


The first sign is when everything gets louder. It’s almost as if it all moved closer; the traffic noise is no longer peripheral, it's right there against her eardrums along with the chatter of people talking and the pulsing of her heartbeat - which is the second sign. Thumping faster, she's sure it's happening now.... Continue Reading →


I don't forget things; I just can't remember them. The empty spot in my mind holds my heart and squeezes it dry, as if the blood could fill it. I can look at a page I thought I'd never read and know for sure I've read it before. But I don't remember it. My mind... Continue Reading →

For Jill

the gift of hope is given much by chance; for none may know how each other heart sings its dawning light. yet most precious of all is the one who dares - who takes the tiny dying star and gives it wings to help it shine anew. i cannot imagine a world without her gift... Continue Reading →

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