I was at a support group recently, and someone asked me what part of my journey had been the toughest. I didn’t even have to think about it. The answer
We behave as though each dawn is promised That morning light will always fall Forgetting how one fragile heartbeat Might never rise again at all. We move through days half-heartedly,
I have been working on this poem for over a year, after watching birds go about their daily business whilst i was sat on a bus going into work. –
People used to preach that addiction meant you were broken, But now there’s a movement proving recovery is louder than any stigma spoken. People once claimed addiction was a moral
It’s Mother’s Day, and every year I find myself circling back to the same question: what does it actually mean to be a mother? This year, instead of keeping those
Some of the things I’m most proud of in life aren’t the ones people expect. It’s not learning to drive. It’s not getting a degree. It’s not being published.
But You Can Save Yourself There’s a moment from my past that still lives in sharp focus. I was standing in the bathroom at Middlewood, still spiralling from the fallout
I’ve spent a lot of my life either sitting down to write or standing up to share my lived experience of addiction. I’ve been on both sides of it, and
This week, I had the privilege of spending time with some of the most inspiring women I’ve met yet. I didn’t know their stories before walking into that room, and
Publishing my book was never just about completing a manuscript. It meant me having to sift through a lifetime of memories, gathering pieces of myself I’d left scattered along
