I led on my floor a lot today. Recently I’ve been carrying out my latest form of spiritual practice which essentially consists of lying on my hard bedroom floor until my mind decides to shut the fuck up. Sometimes there are some crystals involved, but most of the time it’s…

I’ll admit, I cried today. It was only for a fleeting moment but it was definitely needed. I’m in the process of changing degrees and therefore changing direction in life. It feels like I’ve been switching in and out of lanes, on and off roundabouts, for a while now, never…

As I was brushing my teeth about 20 minutes before starting this story, I had an idea. A couple of weeks ago I started writing daily notes to myself as a means of committing to a certain way of life. …

A poem by Tillie Shipway. What does it mean to be a writer? To purge your pain onto a page. Does it make you feel any lighter to have people praise your pen or be engaged when you stand on stage? Does it negate the suffering that prompted your poetic ways? Does…

What does your heart say? Why have I never been asked this question? Why, in the midst of my own littered thoughts, have I never ceased the war with my mind and instead asked myself this? Why, when I distrust myself and consequently try to gather the consensus and approval…

I was recently giving my best friend a detailed update of every single recent thought process of mine, as usual. I realised, as I was evaluating my current mental well-being, that I was ‘falling’ again. I’ll explain in a sec. It genuinely took me 10 minutes to settle on the…

Disclaimer: I’m a human being, I have opinions, beliefs, and morals that are likely to change over the course of my life. Unfortunately, I didn’t come into the world with a leaflet on political correctness which means I’m highly susceptible to learning things, and consequently changing my mind. …

It seems that by being born I signed some sort of an agreement with the powers that be, to always comply, never question, and follow the path that was manufactured for me. Based on the sex of my body, the class I was born into, and the area of the…

For me, social media and my mental well-being are mutually exclusive. For every like I received online, I was sacrificing a fraction of my self-worth. Every time I picked up my phone, I was surrendering my tranquillity and peace of mind. …