When I was ten, I curled up in bed with my mum after crying my eyes out over something trivial that twisted my stomach into a bowtie with anxiety. She looked at me and said, "What if you went to see someone about this? About the worrying?" And I looked her in the eyes and … Continue reading Therapy.


it’s okay to be mad

Sometimes I get angry. No, scratch that, sometimes I get furious. And some days it's about homework, or stubbing my toe, or slow walkers in school corridors - but a lot of the time I get angry about my mental illness. And that's okay. My whole life, I've had anxiety. When I was 10, anxiety … Continue reading it’s okay to be mad