Volunteering at Hombelaku, a Psychiatric Rehabilitation Centre
“Go upstairs,” he said, looking at me intently, searchingly. I stared back at him, puzzled. “I need to go out,” I said, hoping he would…
“Go upstairs,” he said, looking at me intently, searchingly. I stared back at him, puzzled. “I need to go out,” I said, hoping he would…
“You have to do this today. This is the only way to redeem yourself after a terrible week” I told myself. I folded up my…
The beginning sounds like an eulogy, but it isn’t. This article is a reminder to myself to remember and acknowledge that I am a person…
I have been thinking railway tracks. That’s too messy. And what an annoying pain in the backside, not only for the family, but also the general…
Onward, Though Your Feet Be Stumbling ~ Anonymous I am healing. It has been three years of self-destroying, painful despair. Three years of terrifying mood-swings,…
The tears are welling up in her eyes; I can see the breaking point unfold in slow motion like a crash test video. She finally…
I like scars. Hurt is inevitable; a rite of passage. It hunts us all. But I would not like to be anchored to my injuries, unable…
I have social anxiety, and for most of my life this made me believe there was something wrong me. This perception of being inherently flawed…
‘YOU HAVE NOT SEEN WHAT HAPPENS AFTER DRINKING, YOUNG LADY. I HAVE SEEN HOW THESE THINGS RUIN YOUR LIFE!’ I sat across this thundering man, wondering…
When I was five years old, I was terrified of my kindergarten class teacher. She often shouted at the kids in my class for ‘misbehaving’…