(image courtesy of an unknown artist) since when does such a quietly beautiful autumn afternoon bring with it so much existential anxiety and dread? surrounded by family, loved ones, laughing, chatting, trading anecdotes and sharing snippets of lives being lived. the streaks of sun yawning through the tall glass...

(image courtesy of unknown artist) when life becomes something that you feel that you're constantly running behind on, "putting off": are you really living for yourself, or at all, anymore? i, once again, have been faced with the crushing company of blogger's block for a good while now. i've been wandering,...

(image courtesy of unknown artist on weibo) i'm not sure how to make this one nice. how to make it palatable. how to wrap it up in a neat, put-together bow that bounces ever-so-slightly as it's tied off in a flourish. i've reached depths that i haven't truly sunk to since before i went back into hospital. and i...

(image courtesy of titsay) gosh, what else do i have apart from the spiralling recesses of the depths of my own mind, and these scattered words on a page? i've felt a growing sense of otherness, as i've returned to my "real life". it's hard to look back on or place a finger on exactly what this feeling is, except a...

(image courtesy of unknown artist) "so, what now?" the question of how i feel about my "final day", one that has found its way to almost everyone's lips, and tumbles from it like water from a cliff. and one i simply do not have an answer to. despite it being a question, and concept, that is on my mind each and every...

(image courtesy of sky blue) i am from cherry blossom soap, from cheerios and sweet sip-ahh straws. i am from the flurry and frenzy of stacked kitchen benches. i am from the golden orange leaves, the grandmother ghost gum, whose long limbs i remember as if they were my own. i am from white bread & pillow pasta and...

(image courtesy of fruitx2777) there is a quiet beauty in the moments of light that can trickle through what can be, for some, an overwhelming and seemingly bottomless darkness. i want to share a small interaction that i had with another patient on the ward. he is an elderly gentleman, who was admitted as an...

(image courtesy of an unknown artist) i don't believe there exists a world without light but the eyes of the mind can be blinded by it. the sun's golden ochre, shimmers at the long corridor's end. yet deep down, i know that no life exists there. a facsimile, a victim of suffocating silence, chosen many years before....

(image courtesy of Psyca-art: Overflowing Emotion) i love you like le papillon; a butterfly. i love you like cats love the soft sun of a dying afternoon. i love you like how i stashed my hot tears down the back of my throat to keep those around me dry. i love you like being the first in line and the last to savour...

(image courtesy of Psyca-art: Overflowing Emotion) i love you like le papillon; a butterfly. i love you like cats love the soft sun of a dying afternoon. i love you like how i stashed my hot tears down the back of my throat to keep those around me dry. i love you like being the first in line and the last to savour...

(image courtesy of sara riches) "what's stopping me from doing all 'this'— —gestures at hospital, inpatient eating disorder treatment facility— ...at home?" when i was asked the following question by my treating doctor upon entry to this program, i was awash with a mixture of feelings. i knew there was no malice, or...

(image courtesy of xaya) - go check them out! <3 yesterday, after i'd shared my latest entry in my heart installation series on a matrix server i'm a part of, a kind internet friend shared this piece with me. i'm not entirely sure whether it was made in response to my own art, or a spur-of-the-moment creation, or...