The unknowable question

Have you ever been so in your own head that you’re also so out of it? Like your inescapable thoughts have taken you above your being, an outsider watching an insider, experiencing the reminiscence as though through a window. Watching as a stream of infinite different scenarios, very few of them positive, flutter around the… Continue reading The unknowable question

Reflections

It has taken me a while to decide what I want to say as I reflect upon my first year of University; particularly when trying to find the positive aspect within what has been a very difficult year. As I write this, having just emptied my flat in halls, returning home for three whole months… Continue reading Reflections

The Wall

I sat down with the wall, two beings uniquely connected yet disconnected all the same, the distance of the table between us stretching for an age an unsolvable gap? That's what we're here to find out; to discuss the familiar topics, repeat the old conversations, to try yet again to understand one another without either… Continue reading The Wall

No longer anonymous

For a few months I’ve been writing a blog composed of a mixture of self-indulgent ramble and mediocre poetry in an attempt to better understand myself and the mental illness (though I am uncomfortable in labeling it as such) that I’ve been trying to deal with for a few years.  Up till now, I’ve been doing… Continue reading No longer anonymous

The Tsunami

It always comes back to this, doesn't it?  Mascara stained sheets with arms reddened and scratched to bits.  What started it off?  My mind is lost.  A tsunami of thoughts crushing the walls of stability that hold my mind at peace.  I've refrained from sharing something so honest for a little while because I found… Continue reading The Tsunami

I feel sad (personification)

I feel sad for the Daffodills blooming in their box on a shelf, confined to the supermarket walls never to be delicately placed in a vase never to complete a table, or bring a smile to a face lightened by the spring sun. I wonder, do they feel?   I feel sad for the birthday… Continue reading I feel sad (personification)