My realisation went like this: “I am not going to carry beliefs for them* any more. I am done. No more.” *Them being “men”. Men in general. I am not altogether clear on what this meant, so I’m going to try to find clarity by writing about it here. “Holding Beliefs for Others” Holding BeliefsRead more
I’m a writer. This is my call. I don’t know how to be a writer. I don’t know why I’ve been given this call.
I can only hope the journey transforms me into something beautiful.
This is my review of Esme’s book “Light Gets In”. It’s about living with mental illness… But really? It’s about life. A cosy room. Light streams in, dimmed by a storm outside… Reading Esme’s book feels like sitting next to her in that room, cup of tea held in both hands, comfortably in silence. BeingRead more