I remember the first time I received a phone call. I was 13 and it was a weekday. My mum answered. I was up in my room and thought nothing of it, as no one ever called the house for me. When my mum called me downstairs, I got very scared, very quickly. My brain... Continue Reading →
Being Creative: Guy Therapy Part 1
A short piece of writing today, from when I was at work, feeling sad, that I will delve into more throughout the week. When you think about it, really think about it, it’s amazing how many lies we and others tell ourselves. Lies, like people, come in all shapes and sizes. It starts when you’re... Continue Reading →