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…when you’re trying to figure life out.
Everyone has a different modern struggle, and our content is here to relate to, give advice, and show that you aren’t alone in trying to navigate the difficulties of modern life.
Find our latest articles here, covering everything from lifestyle, wellbeing, relationship, and world struggles.
The Tale of the Bottle
Neglect.
A word so cold,
that it pierces my soul,
—and takes hold.
Tears bleed down my cheeks
—Oh how I wish it were not so!
VAGINA UNCENSORED: A Memoir of Missing Parts by Ally Hensley
Ally Hensley, acclaimed writer, speaker, and global MRKH advocate, has announced the launch of her debut memoir, VAGINA UNCENSORED: A Memoir of Missing Parts.
Combining raw honesty and unflinching courage, the book sees Hensley delve into the depths of her personal experience with Mayer-Rokitansky-Küster-Hauser Syndrome (MRKH), a rare congenital condition that affects over 10,000 British women, interrupting the development of the female reproductive system, causing the vagina and uterus to be underdeveloped or absent.
Spreading ashes is not the same as shown in the movies - 5 things I wish I'd known before
It had started as a sunny day but the further north we got it became mistier and greyer and I felt more at peace, though I had the kind of trepidation in my stomach when you know that you’re doing something monumental.
I glanced anxiously at my suitcase in the luggage rack, making sure it was still there. Making sure he was still there. We were finally taking dad back home.
humping weight in the wait of night
mud & slush spill
into my lowas
rifle slung, on my back
Growing Through Poetry with Katie Cecilia
Katie Cecilia is a poet and mental health advocate with a strong passion for helping others. Through her authentic and heartfelt writing, she explores themes of healing, self-care, reflection, and self-discovery.
We were honoured to speak with Katie ahead of the launch of her book, ‘Growing’, to discuss her journey as a writer, her process of healing and self-discovery, and her advice for up-and-coming poets.
A Walk in the Park
They said it would be easy,
a simple walk in the park.
But I knew better,
with each step came a pounding in my head,
a weight around my arms,
a vice around my throat.
Letter to a Dear Friend
"Hello best friend!"
Scribbled on the first line,
your name,
carried in my heart,
and written on every page.
Bougainvillea Tree
I hear the roaring laughter of the winds as it crawls into my
Veins of fear.
What could possibly be left of the lingering thoughts of going
Somewhere far away in the Pacific ocean
Where no human feet are traced
Lara & Me – An Insight Into Modern Abuse
It often needs a trigger warning, yet it happens every day. Often in homes, behind closed doors, sibling to sibling is the most common method - as heart breaking as that is to hear, it’s completely true. I suffered more than once with being victimised. But not at home, at school. A close school friend of mine, let’s call her Lara - for data protection reasons, abused me.
Libby Jenner on unfurling her wings to heal through poetry
Following the successful launch of her second published poetry book, Wings Unfurled, we were overjoyed to speak with poet and author Libby Jenner about her poetry inspiration, writing process, and how poetry has been a powerful tool to help her with mental health and to heal traumas.
A Month’s Time
Do you know what it was/is to be in love? It was that spot in the woods by the park that is always filled with sunlight. The spot with the fairy garden that I took them to before they asked me to date them, like really date them. It was warmth and soup broth, it was a bath in some ways but not others. It is straining my eyes because I’m trying to peer into a wolf’s den or peering out of a cave and not straining my eyes because it’s night already. It is feeling like I was slapped in the face, and then wishing I had actually been slapped in the face because physical wounds are tangible. It is sobbing so hard I shake in my parked car the day after, before work, alone.
I Forget Myself
I forget myself in the melancholy of times,
where the arrows are like scissors
When She Looked
When She looked at the dragon, it seemed to her like air dissolved in hopes, blue, blue, shimmering like a garland and this attracted, like a moth to the radiance…
s w e e t tea
sweet chamomile tea
now made bitter with the
mint leaves
tricked by the sweet scent i
slowly mix them in
Darkness in Life
Darkness seems to follow me a lot… a shadow that’s present, even when the light shines through, it never seems to absorb it at all. Darkness is like daylight savings; it starts off and ends in darkness. That hour back barely makes any difference at all. I walk around with my eyes open, but I mind as well walk around with them closed; because at least I know the doors are shut and nobody can see into them.