I Am an Artist

I am an artist. Just as many have been before and many more will follow. It’s not just a skill or a talent. It is life. Every part of who I am is incapsulated by the desire to create even though in my eyes, I’m not even good. Colour. Movement. Words. Life. Nothing can escape. …

Homesick

I wish I could say that being at home is a dream come true. That I spend each day creating art and making music. That my heart is filled with joy and the only tears that fall from my eyes are because of happiness that is exploding out of me. Peace. Hope. Comfort. But in …

Oh My Ward

10:00 pm. The doors open with a strong breath of air. Rushed chatter and muffled weeping. A place filled with both hope and grief. I go up to the desk and with trembling hands and a shaky voice I whisper the reason I'm here. "I'm suicidal." Shame. Embarrassment. Guilt. Emotions rush through my veins in …

Recovery?

I will never fully understand how the prison of an eating disorder took over my mind. One moment, I looked into the mirror and saw a girl so dazed by her own beauty. Full stomach meant good food. Begging and pleading her sisters to let her borrow their crop top despite the evident chub that …

Nothing Changes

It’s like I never left. 6 weeks later and nothing has changed! The four white walls still stand around me pleading for some colour. The speckled rug clings to the dust that has been living there for months despite so desperately trying to clean it up. The voices still echo through the halls with gleeful …

New Year, Same Me

It's that time of the year where the darkness of night outweighs the light of the day. The cold encapsulates the morning air. Every breath outdoors burns in your lungs. Christmas has passed but the new year has yet to begin. We are constantly in a state of not knowing what day it is and …