I was by the sea one day in the hope of quelling my ever-screaming mind for a moment. It was quiet, I listened to the roll of the waves...

I used to be ashamed of anxiety, A never ending spiral Further and further, Tighter and tighter, An unforgiving ritual And now I realise...

I want to know me, and to know me I had to know you, and to know you I have to know me, so it's all me trying to figure out who I am,...

I know, from experience, that using social media as a writer can be a double-edged sword.

I also get the impression that people don't like to read blogs because they are written by ‘random people’...

When your movement is restricted, it is important that the words carry more power and do most, if not all, of the expression.