On Motherhood

I am not a mother. There have been several points over the last few years when I believed I was going to be, and that I would be soon however, this now seems like a distant possibility. I have always wanted to be a mother. When people meet me, they are usually introduced quite quickly to myContinueContinue reading “On Motherhood”

On Endings I: It’ll Pass

It is beginning to feel like you never even existed. Yet noting down the date you will return my belongings serves as a stark reminder that you did, and I loved you, and you let me believe you loved me too. Until, over the course of a few, short, hysterical, un-rememberable weeks you repeatedly brokeContinueContinue reading “On Endings I: It’ll Pass”

On Love & Honesty

Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word “love” here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace – not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in theContinueContinue reading “On Love & Honesty”

You Never Take the Cover off the Car and it’s Infuriating

You never take the cover off the car and it’s infuriating. It’s infuriating as it demonstrates to the rest of the world just how incapable of living you are, your incapability to leave the house, your inability to exist alongside others, to interact with civility. It demonstrates just how successfully you have achieved a completeContinueContinue reading “You Never Take the Cover off the Car and it’s Infuriating”

Moving Out, Moving On

I am currently writing this sat on my one remaining cushion on the floor of my flat, where there is no furniture, surrounded by the last remnants of my current life. It’s the stuff that has no category, the stuff that will inevitably end up in the ‘last box of shite … I promise thisContinueContinue reading “Moving Out, Moving On”