TW: self-harm and eating disorders.

I was 18 and in my second to last month of aftercare when it happened. Although I’d grown up in a stable home with loving Christian parents, I was an anxious child, and started having counselling aged 7 to help suppress some of the st...

There is a poem by John Donne called ‘Batter My Heart’ which speaks about Donne’s experience of knowing and believing in God, but being tied to an enemy that he cannot break away from. As Donne finds himself feeling like a “usurped town to another due” he cries out say...

During my first year at Oxford, I thought I was doing pretty well. I was cruising into a distinction in prelims, I was set up to run a top uni society, had a summer job as a banker, I was in all the college drinking societies, was off to Asia on holiday and hadn’t done...

Once, somewhere in a rickety Ugandan craft-shack, a concerned friend, with a penchant for economic efficiency, cautioned me not to ‘upset the market’ for future visitors. I had heeded his advice initially – quite reluctantly, I had adopted the custom of bargaining from...

I was born at just 1.2 kilograms. I was about as long as the portion of the arm between the wrist and the elbow. I was tiny, a little more than a speck. “Even the extra-small nappies came up to your chest!”, my Mum used to remark. My Dad said what really got him was wh...

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