A step, a walk, a fall, a get back up again. It’s all a part of the adventure. It’s dark, sometimes lighter, but in all: it’s your story. Unique, bold, boisterous and cruel. Ready? For the next chapter? Here is my story… I hope you like it…
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The Chaos of Presence
I took a walk In the green yellow orange brown Of the present moment. They say that presence is grounding It isn’t.…
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The Guilt Of The Working Classes Pt. 2.
She lay there, dying, her eyes heavy: From the truth of her abandon. She abandoned herself, you see. From a, potentially, wealthy…
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You Are Right (and so are they)
So I was watching an online argument the other day. It was the usual stuff of ‘actually… well research shows… no actually…
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If Only I Had Known Sooner
I am approaching the start of my new University course, A Bachelor’s in Criminology and Psychology. I have already done one module,…
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Let’s Talk…
… about pain. I have written about this many times, but you might be new to me, so let me tell you…
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She Breathes Again
The exhaling soil fizzed As I took a walk in the local park, After the scorched Earth: The rains came. I walked…
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The Harm That’s Done.
Why the wrong environment turns healing into endless crisis management—and why stillness is the true alchemy. I realized something After I realized…
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Podcast Episode: Healing Through Memory And Self
Pip: MVC The Next Chapter is doing something most blogs would flinch at — sitting with the uncomfortable stuff and refusing to…
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The Guilt Of The Working Classes Pt. 1.
I have this face in my mind’s eye, A silhouette of a face, So very, very close, Obscenely familiar. The face of…
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Walking Alone
Unlearning the belief that I was the problem, one safe environment at a time. I used to think that being alone was…
