I've voted Labour all my life. This time out, I could not justify it, for various reasons. This is why.
Last Thursday, the rumour became official: No Thrills were splitting up. Following the sad news, I wanted to write about the band, what they meant to me, and how they changed my life.
There is so much advice out there for people who suffer from depression, but so little support for the loved ones of people with depression. This essay was written to help them.
I always thought I knew what depression was. Then, one day, it turned my life upside down.
Understanding why some self-harms is so difficult if you've never done it yourself. I hope this essay can help offer some insight into why people feel the need to hurt themselves. The reasons are probably different to what you'd imagine.
Suicide. Seven letters, three syllables. An act that affects so many people. An event which leaves so many questions, never to be answered. A word that so few are able to say. Emotions that so few are willing to discuss openly.
When I saw the crazy man with the strange mask, pulling out his hair and talking to the rats, I didn’t know what to make of him. I could never have imagined what he would come to mean to me.
For a young boy, their relationship with their father determines so much about themselves. How can they cope when their dad doesn't care enough to be there?
I was 18 when my then-partner got pregnant. It was at the 12-week scan that we discovered our child had no heartbeat. Sadly, this isn’t unusual – it is estimated 80% of miscarriages occur in the first trimester. It didn’t stop it hurting like hell though.
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Lawes' writings on mental health and how to help each other through life, with occasional reactions and thoughts about other things that happen in the world.