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I’m on hold to the local police; I don’t know what I’m going to say this time. It’s the third time I’ve rung them this week, and I know that it’s not going to go well. But I also know that however painful and embarrassing this call is, it won’t be worse than living with the guilt of letting someone die.

This is the day I died.   Not literally, but it marked the end of life I knew it. My body was no longer mine. My sense of self was shattered. In its place came a new reality: epilepsy, PPTSD, and postnatal depression became my daily companions. To make it harder, my husband changed jobs during my pregnancy. His new role meant being away from home, making it even harder to navigate everything alone. Tauma alters how memory works. Studies show that when people experience

If you feel like dating is a Sisyphean task, you’re not alone. As a neurodivergent woman, I’m probably (definitely) considered an...

In the modern day, everyone has heard about the push to “destigmatise mental illness” – a perfectly noble goal. Nonetheless, I find that when many people are pressed to explain what this truly means, little explanation is offered beyond being understanding.

I’ve bid lovers tearful goodbyes. I’ve sobbed them to my mother as I lit her pyre. But having to say goodbye to a therapist was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Twice, that too.

I was watching Barbie in my room when I heard soft thuds. I waited, and after I heard it again, I rushed out to the parlour, my heart...

My name is Bryn, and this year I turn 36 years old. I have never told my story like this before, and never in this much detail. I’m hoping it gives others some comfort and strength to know that life can get better and is worth living. Keep in mind that despite how this all happened, I’m here to write this today. That being said…

The needle whirrs and purrs, and an image of a naked woman reading a book, her head exploding into fireworks slowly appears on my skin. The ceiling’s pattern looks beautiful from where I am, despite the intense brightness of the tattoo artist’s lights. This is my fourth tattoo—but unlike the first three, this one carries a deeper, sadder meaning.

There’s no easy way to say this: we lost our baby. At 12 weeks, after hearing the heartbeat and seeing that small, flickering light on the ultrasound, we felt like we were past the hardest part. But sadly, our first pregnancy ended in a missed miscarriage, and everything changed.

I can’t quite pinpoint when it all started — the hatred towards myself and my body, the unparalleled self-loathing, and the unwavering desire to limit my food intake. But once I’d entered the world of disordered eating and everything that came with it, it became increasingly hard to leave. 

Lagos — Nigeria’s economic and cultural epicentre — is a city that thrives on ambition, creativity, and relentless drive. Its vibrant...

When I started a relationship in my first year of university, I didn’t know it would unlock a journey of pain, growth, motherhood, bitterness, and healing.

When I was six, I learned that a house could disappear overnight. In Malang, rain wasn’t just water falling from the sky. Sometimes it...

I’m a reporter, journalist and producer for the biggest broadcaster in the world. It sounds impressive but what is it really like to work...

I remember my diagnosis; Bipolar Type 1 with Schizo-affective tendencies, and the initial wave of anger that came with it.

Trigger Warning : The following article contains mention of suicidal thoughts.   Author's own photography My name is Jan, and I am a...

Photography has always been more than just a hobby for me—it has allowed me to process emotions, navigate difficult moments, and connect...

The Weight of Quiet I’ve always been someone who finds solace in the quiet moments—the kind of person who thrives in the stillness of a...

Just shy of 18, I boarded a plane from Dhaka to Sydney. Nervous about starting a new chapter away from my family, but ready to figure out...

Aditya Akella Aditya is a 17-year-old student at St Paul’s School in London and a dedicated young carer from Kingston upon Thames. He...

Trigger Warning: Discussion of Miscarriage and Prenatal Mental Health My name is Christina. In 2021, I wrote about my journey with...

It’s been almost three months since my mom passed away from cancer and I’m only just beginning to grasp the magnitude of her loss.

I was at university when cancer came into my life, and it’s never left. Like a malevolent black toad sitting on my shoulder, it will be...