I am MeI am me, my past tugging, ugly, assuring my gaze. My future splintered, haphazard, lifeless. Trying to stretch out in front of me, but...
In One Split SecondIt’s scary how much happens in one split second. It’s scary, Stood in a park, blue sky, sun peering through the clouds expanding out into...
A conveyer belt of ‘normal’ day-to-day life enters the train and leaves it …Have you ever been on a train where everyone on the carriage feels like they are out to get you? As if they are all staring and frowning...
Fear of the Fear; A Dissociative Experience ...TW: Rape, Sexual Assault and description of violence. Part 1 - Making sense of Fear It’s been over a year since that night. Since I...
Acceptance... A continued battle of battles The storm of ‘acceptance’ continues to whirl and swarm around me. I’m stood in the middle of the heavily weighted word. Its contents...
It’s a feeling, not a realityWhenever I try to write something about what flashbacks can feel like it never feels that coherent. But I think that’s what I like best...
“Acceptance… (!)” This is an intro into what I imagine to become a series of things I write about the topic of "Acceptance" - may be quite controversial -...
A Long 3 MinutesSometimes I can’t think of anything but the memories. The memories and the thoughts that come with it. "You’re not worthy" "You’re...
Different Tracks - Dissociation In the immediate aftermath of a sexual assault or rape I think it’s firstly difficult to understand what has happened. But I then found...
“Each morning I wake up, …”I found this on my phone notes. A quickly jotted down pile of words. An attempt to channel the battle between longing for it all to go,...
Oh, Hello! Following a personal experience of sexual assault and rape, I found myself frantically searching for something to read and connect to. I...