I want to speak, but my lips feel sewn together like the tight stiches of a handmade quilt. How do you speak if no one’s listening, if your voice is banned, or no one understands your words? The silence rages against me. I’m not sure which way things are supposed to be at the moment … Continue reading depression

letters to T

These are the things I write to T in the middle of the night when I can't sleep for the millionth time. TW: talk of sexual abuse and suicide I don’t want to write this letter. I don’t want to say these words. I don’t want to be me sitting on your couch feeling like … Continue reading letters to T


Do you enjoy your weekends? Is it something you look forward to all week? At my session yesterday after speaking with T we've come to the realization that weekends are hard for us. They definitely aren't something ever looked forward to and actually tend to increase the amount of anxiety going on in life. T … Continue reading weekends


Time is moving so slowly at the moment that I'm not entirely sure whether it's even moving at all. I feel lost, disconnected from this thing called life. Where has everyone gone and what does it mean? I feel so infinitely small like a tiny speck of dust floating in the air. Will I ever … Continue reading trapped