Lost In The City: A long winding road to nowhere

I could feel my mind going fuzzy around the edges as I drove down the same left lane, on the same speed, in the same direction to be reunited with a friend who means quite a lot to me. The anxiety that I’d felt the night before about the prospect of driving on my own…

Happiness in the city: reaching rock-bottom to feel alive again

Exactly a month ago, I wrote a (granted, very dramatic) journal entry titled ‘who stole my happiness?’. It wasn’t the first unhappy entry though.

Rage #InTheCity: I’ve been angry with the world, but mostly with myself…

‘You’re 17 going on 70, you know that, right?’ the “edgy”, older guy at high school had told me after we’d had a two-hour discussion about life and where we want to be after uni. At the time, I’d taken it as the biggest compliment ever. It meant that he saw me as someone who’s…

Isolation In the City: My Front Door Made Me Do It

I’m not going to sit here and type out 500 words about how you should be using your time to read more books again (you’re welcome). But I am going to share a story about a door.

Woman ‘In the City’: Finding Yourself in a Sea of Strangers

It’s easy to struggle and panic and cry and slam doors on your way to finding out exactly who you are. It’s also encouraged.