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Trauma

mama don’t call me dirty

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of ptsd

Feb 2, 2020 Depression, Prose, Trauma

the screeching

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of visceral pain

Feb 12, 2019 Depression, Micro-Poetry, Poem

sometimes in january

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on the ways in which our bodies remember past traumas and find expression

Jan 31, 2019 Depression, Intergenerational Trauma, Prose

travel lethargy: numb goodbyes and anxious hellos

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11 September 2018 London Heathrow Terminal 3 20:13 Travel Diary i left like I had arrived. harried and […]

Sep 13, 2018 Depression, Poem, Prose, Travel

the obscure hall and its hollow walls

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I am wandering around the obscure walls of the sunken place searching its oblique halls and I can’t […]

Jun 21, 2018 Depression, Insomnia

-breaking apart

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sometimes, it feels as though I’m melting spreading into lather-like substance losing firmness consistency breaking apart, slowly- irrevocably […]

Jun 7, 2018 Depression, Healing, Poem

Choosing Single

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an essay and some poetry on love, self-love and singlehood

Apr 29, 2018 Love, Poem, Prose

i was taught to never make eye contact

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– of everyday escapism

Feb 10, 2018 Poem, Social Anxiety

– vapour

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of grief

Jan 7, 2018 Grief
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