I hold my palm in the centre of my chest and actually feel myself existing.
There’s often a saying that kids in care go from 0 to 100 in a split second, sometimes for what seems like no reason at all. This piece unpacks that misconception a little bit. (Click image to read full post)
The world around me is made of cotton balls, everything is dulled and soft. I have been staring into the fake flames of the fireplace for so long that the room in my peripheral vision is becoming distorted and misshapen. (Click Image to read more)