• Mental Matters,  Speak Up

    There Is No Age Limit On Self Harm

    The first time my mum saw the angry red welts on my arms she walked away from me, her head held down and tears in her eyes. I guess she didn’t understand the whys and to be honest, neither did I. I don’t remember the first time I drew a blunt pair of scissors (my favoured instrument of pain) across my arms or legs. I knew that to make sure I didn’t need medical attention I’d have to use something that wouldn’t necessarily cause the skin to open and bleed but the pain and the raised red welts it left was enough of a satisfying outcome for me. I didn’t…

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    The Apologetic Feminist

    For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to write. I trained as a journalist for that very reason but it turns out, I am far too passive for journalism. I have messed about with pieces of pretentious poetry. All self-conscious imagery that just baffles the reader. I wanted to be Sylvia Plath. I wanted to write something with real gravity. Something important that would win posh prizes. I wanted to be brilliant and decorated. I have tried to write novels – pompous and wordy, with all kinds of metaphors. Something grandiose like a Song of Ice and Fire. Only my ideas were stunted, and I lack the…