The beginning of the short story series: A fictionalised account of the cure to my childhood fear of flies
Paranoia, misjudgement, jealousy, delusion, self-hatred, compulsion. Consider those things as inborn parts of yourself.
No, you have never felt like yourself before.
Not reporting a theft could save a life, my mental health is no longer killing my plants.
Strangers in the house and Gym culture (and clutching for straws)
Wailing about the self-destructive waterlogged first month of the year, and learning how to escape it
I’m bloody tired
Ever so slightly so that it barely matters
My Grandma has Dementia, but somehow that’s done nothing for my own memory.
A fully alive, fully outstretched black person taking up as much space as they need is the most frightening black person, so be scary.