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ANOTHER (a poem)

Another diagnosis to add to the list,
Another part of my life that I'll have to miss.

Another set of rules impacting my day,
Another moment where I'm lost at what to say.

Another thing that's taken, that I didn't want to give,
Another piece of freedom gone; I just want to live.

Another loss to mourn and to grieve,
Another time to cry - stay calm, then breathe.

Another day is coming, I wonder what's ahead,
Another restless night, heart filled with dread.

Another one to process; I'm tired of being strong,
but I have the strength to fight this -

and I've had it all along.


The dark, it's unwavering.
The fear, it's all-encompassing.
The dread, it's never-ending.
The worry, it's unfaltering.

The tide is coming in,
I struggle, it pulls me deeper.
My head's above the water,
But my body's getting weaker.

The first lick of flame, 
I feel warmth at my feet,
They creep up my body,
It's unbearable heat.

The beauty of ice, 
I can't resist the touch,
It takes over my body,
It becomes too much.

The man dressed in black,
Lingering like a shadow.
Feeding off my sadness,
Lapping up my sorrow.

The edge of the precipice,
Have I admitted defeat?
I take a step back,
I will not be beat.

The light, it's inviting.
The hope, it's intoxicating.
The happiness, it's enticing.
The future? It's tempting.


Over the past year, I've found myself particularly drawn to feminist books. Books about empowering women. Periods. Sex. Smashing taboos. Increasingly, I come away feeling like I want to talk about one thing in particular: men

I'm not someone who believes women are better than men. And for the record, those people aren't feminists. A feminist is someone who believes men and women should have equal rights. And let's be honest, we don't. It doesn't matter how much times have progressed (and they have), we are very far from being seen as equal. Jobs of power. Pay grades. But the thing I want to talk about today is: the way women act.

Without knowing this, women are brought up to please men. Women should be polite. Women should smile. Women should be revealing, but not revealing enough to be a "slut". Women should be quiet. Women should be flattered if someone of the opposite sex gives her attention -- this is the one I want to talk about.

Why do we live in a society in which we should be grateful for unwanted, undesired attention? 

How Can You Channel Kindness? | CHANNEL KINDNESS REVIEW

This year has been one of the hardest we've had to face, collectively. I've found comfort in knowing we're all facing the same problem in unity, but struggled to find a ray of hope to clutch onto. I found that hope within this book.

Channel Kindness is a collection of stories from a diverse community of people from all around the world. Racism, sexism, harassment, ableism, homophobia - so many important issues tackled, and shows that kindness will always win. In a world where it is now so easy to be unkind, show kindness.

From overcoming bullies, young people starting their own movements, battling mental health issues, forgiveness - this book covers it all. It highlighted to me that one small act of kindness can start the change that the world needs; or can give someone else the push they need to change the world.

It's fascinating to me that one small ripple can lead to a tidal wave; and this book demonstrates that in the best way.

I think because the stories are so short, it's very easy to dip in and out of; or read out of chronological order - which is something I love in a non-fiction book. It's easy to digest, and although there's a few very heavy-hitting stories in there, it never feels hard to read - which I found quite remarkable.

I love how inclusive this book is, and I think there'll be something for everyone in there to make you feel like you're seen; and that your voice is valid. As a disabled, bisexual female who battles with mental health - I adored this book, and resonated with many stories

There's a particular story within the book called The Choose Love Movement, and there's three words I took away from that story, that sum this beautiful book up in three words - nurturing healing love.

When I put this book down, I sat and thought about ways I could channel kindness, and ways I may already have done so. There was a particular story in the book that reminded me of a time in my life that I had completely forgotten. A time where 16 year old me was visiting my sister on a Friday night. I had bought some chocolate on the walk down, and was excitedly walking down the busy road to her house. As I approached the end of the road, I could see what looked like a man lying on the ground in the distance. Cars drove past him. People walked past him. I will admit, from an outside perspective, he looked like a drunk or maybe a drug addict - but did that mean him any less deserving of kindness?

As I got closer, I looked closer at him and had a gut feeling that he was diabetic (I used to have a close family member who was). I remembered the chocolate, and felt it burning in my pocket. I was scared, and could have been wrong; but I could also save this man's life. People walked past as I made sure this man, with trembling hands, ate the chocolate bar I'd given him. It turned out I had saved this man's life. And I carried on to my sister's, and had completely forgotten about that day...until now.

Your actions, no matter how big or small, can change someone's life. Online and offline, please remember that. And let's make the world a better place.