It’s been almost a year since my dad died. I’m writing this in the living room at my boyfriend’s flat in Glasgow. His dog is snoring on the sofa with his…
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This is the house I was born in. It’s the only family home I’ve ever known. This is where my parents brought me as a baby in March 1988; to a…
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Challenges Grief Mental Health PersonalBoth My Parents Died Before I Turned 30. Here’s How I Deal With Grief.
It’s not easy losing both your parents in your twenties. And the grief? It’s a sucker punch to the gut. It’s like a sharp-toothed creature inside your chest. Like a waning…
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England Europe Grief Mental Health Personal ScotlandThree Months as an Orphan, an Ice House and a Search for ‘Home’
In January, I came home to a broken boiler. After celebrating the New Year in Cuba, I’d spent two straight days flying from Havana to Toronto to London – and I…
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My dad always loved flowers. On October 20th this year he turned 79 years old, and I spent that morning trying to decide what was suitable to give him. I hadn’t…
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I’m sleeping on a sofa bed. This has been my life for two months now: since June, apart from brief escapes to Scotland, Italy, and the east of London. I’ve relocated…
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I need to tell you something. Two weeks ago, while walking through my local East London park on the way to see my therapist, I opened up Instagram Stories and I…
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My dad has spent his life working in the theatre. He’s acted, directed and stage managed; written plays, sketches and pantomimes; taught students, professionals and celebrities, and even met my mother…
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My mum once pierced her ears with a needle and an ice cube. Well, not exactly. Mum was eighteen, travelling in the US, and it was her American friends who happily volunteered…
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If your life is anything like mine, November is an unexpectedly manic month. Maybe it’s because everyone’s preparing for the end of the year; maybe the worsening weather makes us simultaneously more lazy…