A writer by both profession and passion. Sharing my stories about mental health, and my journey to becoming a better writer.
From Healer to Heathen: The Ever-Changing Evolution of the Witch
‘Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.’ (Exodus 22:18). As children we were taught that witches were something to be feared. Fairy stories portray them as hook-nosed, green-skinned, wart-covered beasts, who preyed upon the hero to try and foil their plans. But witches were not always inherently evil. The evolution of the magical woman has been one that has blossomed out of control, starting with the very early portrayal of Goddesses and healers, and over time transforming into the pungent, evil beings we’re familiar with within modern literature. Why has such a change occurred? And is there any hope of witches reclaiming their former glory in a society that already has them so ingrained in the role of evil?
Video Game Remixes to Liven Up Your Halloween Party
Video game music has always held a special place in my heart. I listen to it when I write, when I exercise, when I'm in the shower... there's always a song to fit the mood. So why should Halloween be any different?
How a Fear of Missing Out was Detrimental to My Health
Fear of missing out (FOMO) is a social anxiety disorder wherein the sufferer believes they are missing out on important events. Usually the sufferer will compare their life to the lives of others, feeling inferior that they are not sharing in similar experiences. FOMO has been made worse by social media culture. With a constant stream of your peers successes fed to you through your phone, it’s no wonder that so many people feel inadequate, worrying that their life is not as fulfilling as it could be.
The Importance of Community
Fandoms. We've all been a part of one, even if we're hesitant to admit it. Watching shows, buying merch, arguing with other fans on the internet... Fandom brings out the dormant passion that might have otherwise stayed forever suppressed. Through it, we can make friends (or enemies) and indulge our creative sides with fanart, fanfiction and fan theories, growing a community where the discussion can go global. I think we can all agree that that's pretty powerful.
More Than a Home
I have wandered, lost between brick and mortar, each building a new realm in which I was hidden, cocooned. * I have been safe, by definition,
Apostle (2018) Review
Apostle is a period horror/thriller film that first premiered at Fantastic Fest in September 2018 but later began streaming on Netflix in October of the same year. Often compared to the 1973 film ‘The Wicker Man’, Apostle takes us on Thomas’ journey to rescue his sister after she is held ransom by a cult that has chosen to leave society to begin their own village. The cult worships Her – the island’s goddess, who replenishes the crops and keeps the island healthy and sustainable. But the goddess has not been cooperative as of late, and so the cult's founders take to unethical methods to try and force the goddess into doing as they please. An idea clearly doomed to fail – but that’s the point. Apostle’s strain of horror doesn’t focus upon what would happen if we were haunted by the supernatural, but rather upon what happens when man becomes desperate.
Don't Feel Sorry for Me
I have Lupus. I've had it since I was 13 years old, and I'm now 23. I've been through it all - appointments, treatments, bloodwork, stitches - and I'm now in a relatively stable condition. I'm very tired all the time, but I'm managing.
Depression is like a Storm
Content warning: this article talks about anxiety and depression, with some mentions of selfharm and suicide. ... I’ve struggled with my mental health for a long time. Long before I knew what depression was – what it really was. I felt unsure of myself, second-guessed everything I did, kept my mouth shut because I didn’t think anyone would care what I had to say. I spent days upon days in bed, not seeing the point in even trying to do something, unless I was forced to go to school (and I really needed forcing, I hated school). Given the chance, I’d have never crawled from beneath my duvet. With the door shut and my head buried in the dark I felt safe. I didn’t realise this was not normal.