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I’m not ashamed to talk about mental health. Recently, I’ve been struggling quite a bit, which I tried to get help for from my NHS doctor. After a 2 month wait, they referred me to a community mental health team, who wanted to sort me with unemployment benefits, coffee mornings and group talking therapy. This… Continue reading Mental Health | Is the NHS done with us?
I’ll start by saying that I’m an ambulatory wheelchair user, which means that on given days I will walk inside, without supports and occasionally venture outside for short distances using crutches. However, if I want to do anything from grocery shopping, to taking some time outdoors, I use the wheelchair. It’s a neat little thing… Continue reading The Worst Part of Wheelchair Usage
What’s the traditional gift for a year anniversary? According to Google, it’s paper or a clock. Could this be any more coronavirus? Perhaps a multipack of toilet paper or a clock to count the hours of the day. If you’re reading this, I’m glad you’re still here. Since the state of emergency began last year,… Continue reading MiniBlog | Coronaversary 2021
I am lucky enough to have been featured by the Renegades Foundation this week. You can find my article for them here: Renegades Foundation
We hear from Marie-Helene on her journey to queer acceptance and self expression
This list is not exhaustive by any means. What it is, is a starting place to grow from. Black Lives Matter. #blacklivesmatter
I have spent a lot of time hating my body and trying to punish it for what I felt were its failings. Now I am trying to teach myself to feel differently towards it.
So what's a girl to do? My thinking now is not to think. I am only focusing on the very next thing, whether that is finishing my cup of coffee or cooking some pasta.
"It can be volatile. Next week I might be so much more vulnerable than I am now. I could have a few nights of bad sleep because of pain and after that be more likely to die from the virus than now. That's how autoimmune disorders work, seemingly inconsequential things can change the whole course of a simple virus."
The year was 1985, when my Mum was 15, the year of Back To The Future, Walkmans, scrunchies, and powerful shoulder pads. However, it was also the year of Hope '85: Operation Self Help Schools Farm, where a group of youths would be sent to India on behalf of a professor ...
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