For Those Who Bloom In The Dark
In January 2002, at fifteen years old, I was admitted into a children’s psychiatric hospital with anorexia. I weighed around 36 kilos and was to be nursed on constant bed rest. I had a fifteen-minute slot to get washed and dressed. Other than that, I was forced to stay in bed. If I needed to… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects : 2 – Psychiatric Hospital Care Plan
Mince pies are my favourite thing to eat at Christmas. I side with Nigel Slater, who writes in (the most hygge book I've ever read) The Christmas Chronicles, 'As sweet food goes, I would rather eat a diminutive, sugar-dusted mince pie than almost anything else.' But, despite my affections for this gently spiced sweet pie,… Continue reading Mince Pies – A Personal History
A Wyrd Of Her Own 