That time I was denied help: I was suicidal and sexually abused at home
This week, the entire world has been talking about one thing: the Harry and Meghan interview. It was an interview that rocked the world and is one of the most telling interviews since Princess Diana’s landmark Panorama interview. I’ve seen the interview twice: once when it aired, and again this morning, but what is really interesting to me is the
21/02/21
Sunday. The chill in the room nips at my feet as I groggily open my eyes, listening to the damp swoosh of cars as they drive by on the wet road. The lack of humidity in the room, thanks to the radiators, makes my eyes feel like they’ve been for a swim in the Kalahari. Rubbing the arid balls that
2020’s Writing Statistics
Writers can typically be loners, and I’m a lone wolf in this career. I don’t actually have a lot of writing friends or colleagues, and I don’t work with a larger team outside of my own four walls. Last year’s pandemic and lockdowns brought me to heel. I’m naturally an introvert, and beyond the few local business meetings, weekly cinema
An eye for an eye leaves the world blind
Mahatma Gandhi’s legacy is one of peace and forgiveness, something that is massively lacking in the tumultuous world around us. A quick scroll through social media shows how massively broken this world is. So much hate, violence and greed. So many people are suffering, emotionally, mentally and physically on a daily basis and instead of healing, they are subjected to
2020 was a weird year for me, but for strange reasons
Before your train of thought even goes there, yes I am fully cognisant that 2020 was a shit year for everyone, however, it was a weird one for me. Compared to a very large segment of the world, my year was fantastic: my business grew, my family was safe, and I was shielding since the first lockdown, enabling my lifelong