So things don’t feel as scary anymore — I was always a very scared child. I don’t know where my paranoia stemmed from, but I was terrified of every possibility. My father had to check each cupboard before I went to sleep, and the door had to remain open just a crack so that the light of the…

Don’t be scared to be alone — you already are — At our core, we’re terrified of being alone. We accept less than we deserve, we compromise on who we are, we settle for something not quite right, all to avoid being without another person. I expect it’s evolutionary, as that gave you the highest chance of mating and success. But…

Learning to live with Borderline Personality Disorder — Being diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder was both a relief and a disappointment. I was relieved to discover that something was actually wrong with me; I hadn’t been making it up or exaggerating. Other people felt this way too, and this therapist knew how to help me. …

Shed the skin of your relationship — I once wrote about the post-breakup haircut. It stemmed from a conversation with my hairdresser, who confirmed seeing people come in for this often. At the time, it was just a fun article, combining my love for hair and writing. …

Happiness now has a price — It was my father’s birthday a few weeks ago, the fourth since he passed away. My sisters and I are currently spread across Europe, so we arranged to video call on the day. …

Reviewing ‘Conversations on Love’ By Natasha Lunn — I was struggling to find a gift for my sister’s birthday. She’s a total bookworm like myself, and books have always been something we’ve connected through, so it only made sense that her gift should involve the written word. …

Including potential plot lines — My biggest wish is that people could understand what it’s like to have Borderline Personality Disorder. Well, if I could have any wish, I guess I’d rather not have BPD myself, but it’s a close second. It’s so difficult to describe what it’s like to live with a personality disorder…

Autumn, I need you ASAP — If I were to look at it rationally, I’d expect to be at my most depressed in winter. It’s dark, cold, gloomy. Everyone goes around calling it the “happiest time of the year” and waving a loud brass bell, which only serves to alienate you further for not being at…