Funny thing, I’ve written thousands of words about heartbreak, bad dates, messy breakups, you name it. Pain flows onto the page like it has somewhere to go. Writing it feels natural, urgent, even necessary. There’s a rhythm to it, a momentum, feel it, bleed it onto the page, repeat. Happiness? Not so much. Since getting … Continue reading Happiness Is Hard to Write
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The Afterlife of Love
Eight months ago, I stood in a room full of flowers, candles and friends and said yes to Steve. Not the yes I whispered to boys who didn’t love themselves, let alone me. This was a still yes. A yes with real meaning. A yes that meant I finally knew the difference between longing and … Continue reading The Afterlife of Love
‘Good Vibes’ I wanted to die
My T-shirt said 'Good Vibes', it was new. My dad had passed away, I was fresh out of a toxic relationship and I hadn't been back from Spain long. I was getting ready to go out and feel seen, smiling in my room for selfies I would never post, seemingly happy even to myself. I … Continue reading ‘Good Vibes’ I wanted to die