09/10/2016 09/10/2016

the shark

"Home is where the heart is."

I have always struggled with this phrase. It sounds simple enough but actually, I'm not sure it means anything more than "Home is where you like to sleep", or "Home is where the person you like, likes to sleep"; but that sounds a bit like the mantra of a stalker, so maybe it's not quite as simple as that.

02/10/2016 02/10/2016

11.40pm

It’s 11.40pm. I’ve been circling my living room for the past ten minutes, humming the same tune over and over again, with a bottle of whiskey perched casually under my arm. The pacing is self-soothing, as is the humming.

19/09/2016 19/09/2016

on dealing with difficult people

I am a difficult person. I say that not to be self-deprecating, but because it is a fact.

23/08/2016 23/08/2016

head shrinking: a year on

It's been almost a year since I stopped going to therapy. The fact that that much time has already passed, shocked me to my core yesterday when I realised it.

12/08/2016 12/08/2016

not quite there yet

Lately I've been considering how I fit in. Or more accurately, how my blackness fits in with the whiteness I have grown accustomed to being surrounded by.

31/07/2016 31/07/2016

the hair step

This week I released myself from my braids. They had been in for way too long due to laziness and mental health struggles (see post on depression), and now I was ready for a change.