Latest Posts Under: Personal Essay

The Best And Worst Of Times

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We met at the very worst time. I had just found out that I was the victim of several years worth of image-based sexual abuse. I was spiralling but didn’t know it. I kept busy, I ate less, I drank more. I went after thrills even more than before. I wasn’t treating myself very well.

Winning The Lottery

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I’ve been wondering about the lottery recently – wondering whether winning would make me any happier. My SO and I often talk about how we would spend it, how we would give a lot away to family, friends and charities, how we would be sensible with it (but perhaps not on the first few days).

A Pinch Of Salt

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Thanks to our friend social media, we can constantly compare our lives to the lives of others; whether that’s the girl you went to school with for seven years or that Instagram influencer you’ve been obsessing over for the past few weeks. We look at those beautiful photos or that LinkedIn post and think; “Why …

A Letter To My Unborn Baby

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Violet, Your movements in my belly mean a lot to me. They’re a signal that you’re okay, maybe even better than okay. You’re stretching, moving your tiny muscles, getting stronger. I’m amazed that you will soon begin to turn yourself so that your head is down, getting your body ready to come out of mine. …

Our First Date, Two Years On

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When you first held my hand – that was the moment when I knew we were going to be something pretty amazing. We had been sitting in a bar for a while, drinking gin and tonics. I had been making up weird observational jokes about the people that surrounded us, thinking that my humour would …