I have always been drawn to the language of astrology because it gives shape to feelings that can otherwise seem slippery. A birth chart can offer symbols for…
For years, I treated the word survivor like a private badge of honour. After difficult seasons of anxiety, disordered eating and unwanted sexual experiences,…
For years, I treated “rescue” as a tidy moral category. An animal in a shelter needed a home; I could provide one, feel virtuous, and leave the wider mess to…
Music gives me a route to emotions that ordinary language cannot quite reach. That sounds simple until I try to place a feeling into words. Anxiety can arrive…
We are often taught to treat praise as a receipt, collecting it only when the work is exceptional. Women are praised for being extraordinary, then suspected of…
Dating with anxiety is not the same as being cold, uninterested or unable to love. It can feel as though every social cue has become a test: the pause before a…
Recovering from an eating disorder during the holidays is lonely in a particular way. It is the loneliness of watching everyone make traditions while you keep…
During a bad week, I once scrolled through a feed of soft morning routines: journaling before sunrise, matching undies, herbal drinks and three-minute…
My moon sign in Virgo became the tidy box where I kept my perfectionism. When a plan went sideways, a message sounded too casual, or a flat white arrived with…
The manic pixie dream girl arrived in popular culture as a burst of colour, spontaneity and supposedly liberating chaos. She danced through record shops,…