Earlier this year when my life imploded I went through some real shit. I don't just mean shit I mean fucked up, abusive, I was terrorized and nothing was okay shit but I couldn't see an easy way out. Break ups are never easy but they shouldn't be like that. I had a friend who … Continue reading I got chased out of the flat with no shoes on.
One year ago today, the 03/08/2018 I started this blog in secret because my depression was rapidly worsening and my at the time partner/fiancé had just locked me out completely. I wasn't allowed to post on Facebook because I was putting my entire life online. A lot has changed since. So far as I can … Continue reading One year later
I definitely have some kind of alcoholic tendencies and everyone who knows me well knows that I love my booze. In fact, today at a social someone confiscated and binned my second glass of red wine because yesterday I was possibly having alcohol withdrawal symptoms. I had done three days with no alcohol, day one … Continue reading Were you drunk?
After I was attacked I didn't really have the option to move out. I had little to no money and still hadn't paid off my deposit on the room. I hadn't even been living there for a month before this happened. The housemates weren't aware but even so it wasn't easy to live with them. … Continue reading Life in the house post-rape
Emily lived in the room on the left-hand side of the hallway on the same floor as I did, her room was next to the kitchen and mine was diagonally opposite. She was 19, French and an architecture student at a suburban university. She had light brown hair, down to her shoulders, fair skin and … Continue reading Emily
The preface and the first three chapters are available as a free PDF download here over on my Patreon. You do not have to donate to download this but you may have to create a free account. There are advantages to signing up though. Please bear in mind that this isn't the final version but … Continue reading Free preview
No title, my own work. Mixed media, oil pastels, dry pastels and water-colour pencils on sketch paper. Today was another hard day, I saw a psychologist for part of the police report. The hospital is a short walk from where I live so under dark grey clouds swollen with rain the boyfriend and I walked … Continue reading Psychology