Stolen. 

  I feel like my life has been stolen. Precious moments measured in minutes, hours, days and weeks, lost to a thief that freely wanders into my life with no regard for the things I hold dear. My thief has...

Unloveable

In the depths of struggling with mental health we can feel unlovable. I am Unloveable. This is what I believe. How could someone love something so flawed, so broken as me? I doubt my own worth, Doubt that I belong....

Beyond the darkness

      “Are you not over it yet?” someone said to me the other day. Someone you wouldn’t expect had voiced this regarding my experience of birth trauma. At the time I laughed it off,  but as the day...