This is a short story of a reunion between two ex-lovers. It describes the relatable feeling of returning to past moments, and the empowering realisation that some relationships are best left in the past.
From navigating a new job whilst working from home, swiping on dating apps to meeting IRL in 2020’s summer of love, Katie shares the second part of the year in which she learned how to be herself again.
Ella Greenwood is a 19-year-old British actress and filmmaker. She works as a mental health activist and is an ambassador for teen mental health charity, stem4. We caught up with Ella to interview her about campaigning for better representation of mental health in the media and getting into the film industry as a woman.
As a graduate, it’s not uncommon to place yourself under what feels like an unsurmountable level of pressure to find a job. But what happens when you land a new position, only to be plunged into working from home? This is the first part of Katie’s year in review.
Spending so much time alone in lockdown has created a strange phenomenon when it comes to dating. In the absence of touch, our minds have relied on imaginations to the point where even real life now feels substituted by a dream. This is a short story about a date and the feeling of being surrounded by ghosts.
Have you ever been mistaken by a stranger for somebody else? This is a short story about unsolicited opinions and why it’s not OK to pick your nose on the bus.
Part 2 is here, and Katie is sharing her go-to tips and advice for how to reduce the UTI burn.
I had my first UTI at aged 2 and a half, and ever since then I’ve continued to have the same problems. UTI’s have become a constant in my life, and this is my journey of diagnosis and medication.
This personal essay is a reflection of past moments, coming to term with endings, and the complexities of beginning intimacy without physical touch.
When out walking the dog, what happens if a stranger says hello? What if they try to push the conversation, and won’t stop? This is poem that discusses the strangely guilty feeling we have when we don’t feel safe in the persistent company of a stranger on the street.