I thought if I could just pull up these weeds my garden would be perfect. My garden is a patio courtyard, a circle of tiles holding a glass-top table, framed with a square of flagstones, and between the cracks there are ants, woodlice, the occasional worm, and weeds.
Read MoreSome pick at their faces mindlessly, but I know I am using it to cope with depressive episodes and issues of anxiety in many forms that I have been avoiding for years.
Read MoreOften there is a glaring gap between who we feel we are and who we want to be.
Read MoreI’ve imagined death so much it feels like a memory.
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