It’s almost a week since I came out of hospital, and I’m gaining a little strength every day, though it’s taking much longer than I’d…
‘It’s hard to describe how depression feels. It’s unending grief and terror, blackness and a sense that you are experiencing the world through a dirty…
Until I was 16, I was ‘normal’. I enjoyed sport, music, school, and was a fairly high achiever. That all came crashing down when, aged…
This was first posted on the SPCK blog. See the post here. Being the daughter of a clergyman is a challenging task at the…
My summer is not, and probably never will be, Instagram ready. You know what I mean. You scroll through your feed on Facebook, Instagram or…
Last night in our Faith Explored group we were mudging on identity. What does identity mean? How do we form identity, and who on earth…
I sleep fitfully, aware of you close by, so new, so needy, so I wake quickly to the sound. A kind of humming, gaining in…
Recently, when watching the new version of ‘Beauty and the Beast’, I was struck by the themes of restoration running through the story – so…
You see the raw edges of humanity from a hospital bed. The lady who doesn’t know where she is, or who anyone is, her reaction…
When I went to New Wine this last week, I wasn’t breathing too well. Breathing is kind of taken for granted, really. You breathe…