My Little Lion


He pounces, falling

through piles of books,

pages flying upwards,

scurries amongst  fibres

of bedroom carpet

on padded paws,

pieced together with silk,

to slink about unnoticed,

in the jungle we share.



Mental Health Awareness

Since it was Mental health awareness day yesterday I thought I might write a blog post on this topic, as it’s one that is pretty close to my heart.

As many people who are close to me know, I have suffered from mental illnesses (Depression and Anxiety) on and off for years. It’s not been the easiest thing to be honest and open about, but here we go.

Mental illnesses can be debilitating and can control your every thought, making it hard to do simple tasks, like showering or eating. Getting out of bed in the morning can feel like a chore, and that if I can’t even wake up in the morning, what’s the point?

For me, things have begun getting better since I started addressing the fact that my mental health is real and that it matters. I’ve been acknowledging  the fact that what I feel is completely valid. I’ve begun talking about it, telling friends, telling family.

Whilst it’s not exactly been a walk in the park, and bad days still occur, I’m much more prepared to deal with them now than I used to be. I have a larger support system, which is so, so important.

I believe there is a power in speaking out about our illnesses. By doing this we can eradicate the stigma that surrounds mental health issues. We are still worthy and we are still people.

It’s important to remember that just because you can’t see a wound, it doesn’t mean that the wound doesn’t exist.

Thanks for reading, be kind to your mind xmental-health




You need not hear me, so I

hammered my temper into your palms,

pressed my nails into your skin,

I will not be ignored.


You did not hear me, so I

began breaking ribcages, shattering

the struts that held us together,

I demand only your attention.

I will not be ignored.