This is Alex. Lex to me. He is my closest friend and ally. We have shared over the past 6 years many of the greatest hurdles that we as human beings can face in this life – the death of loved ones, serious and crippling mental illness, a break-up, arguments, moving cities, distance, addiction – and we have shared some of … More How To Save A Life ~ Our Long Weekend in August
This was the July I wrote Summer Is…, sitting with what felt like a forest fire at the back of my head as I teetered on the brink of psychosis for the second time in my life in an office job where no one knew or could understand what was happening to me. I would pretend to … More Jagged Summer: My Experience of Psychosis & Some Hopeful Advice
Waiting for my sister on the busy road outside my little Victorian maisonette, situated above a barbers in London, I watched the early morning traffic as the city started its Saturday and the excitement and promise of the weekend ahead was buzzing in the late August air. It was a beautiful Summer day, bright blue sky with puffy clouds, … More The Next Chapter: What The Earth Spirits Told Me
On dark nights in the midst of Winter, I often find myself wondering ~ why do we create? Why am I propelled, driven forward by some intangible, weightless yet weighted desire to put pen to paper, put typeface to script, to live and breathe my dreams into existence on the page in front of me? And perhaps the answer to … More Why Do We Create? Thoughts on Pushing Through The Darkness
Where do I begin from here, where do I even start? I am curled in a chair with my best friend opposite me. I am trying to explain how life has been for the past six months. I have just come home from a day spent at a job I will never return to. I have a glass of wine in … More It’s An Inside Job… Honest Notes on My Breakdown
Remind me of that day ~ Brick Lane and I, we parted ways. A sense of something ending and a sense of Autumn on the soft-sharp winds… It was one of those air-perfect days, when everything was just on the cusp, the beginning of life it felt, the passing of the last 8 years, seemingly … More Ode to Brick Lane… Ghosts of London Past
Calm, steady gravel-thread hands. I remember ~ precise, your nose. Every beach, driving. Hump-back down those roads. Seagulls. Seagrass. Always. Us. ‘Plumbing, pliers, electronics. Understand these my friend, defy all logic’. Calm, steady gravel-thread hands. Hump-back down those roads. Remember when you told me off? I do. Hot, shame-smart righteousness. Ready well of tears and … More Dazzling Blue, Roses Red: Saying Goodbye To My Grandad.
…How Loved You Are
A Daughter of Nyx 