21st March 2020

The Bedroom Across The Hall

Tonight is my last ever night in my bedroom. Tomorrow, my flatmate arrives and I move across the hall. This might not seem like much of a change, but I’ve been in this room for a transformative four years. My family moved me into this room, my ex-girlfriend moved out of this room, I started… Read more

2nd June 2019

Grief and anger

Anger is a really confusing emotion and one that can rear its head in so many unexpected ways. It’s a way of hitting out at the world, at others, at yourself when you feel as though something isn’t fair. When my Mum died I was angry with everything. I would lose my temper unexpectedly, and… Read more

21st October 2020

Five.

This is how it goes: it’s five years on and apparently grief doesn’t dissipate just because you’ve hit a date that has a permanent title. I announce five years and it does absolutely nothing for the still-present pain of losing my Mum. So I’ve tried to write about it instead – how throughout this year,… Read more

24th March 2019

Grief and feelings

The sun was back in that teasing way that it has been, and I was sat in Piccadilly Gardens with one of my best friends. It was lunch and we’d decided to purchase a mid-week treat (a McDonalds that neither of us would mention again, a secret to be kept). I was in a bad… Read more

10th March 2019

Living alone

I get home at one in the morning and I’m nervous. If she’s up, she’s definitely going to be mad. She won’t have eaten at her regular dinner time (seven, on the dot) and I’ll no doubt get a proper telling off. I open the door to the flat and she’s sat in the middle… Read more

27th January 2019

An ode to hotel rooms

I love hotel rooms. I love that you can walk into a fancy hotel wearing scruffy trainers and an oversized second-hand coat and when the receptionist asks why you’re staying, there’s no obligation to be honest. Just a break from the world, you know how it is. The demands of the day to day. It’s… Read more