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.
Esme Michaela writes about how diet culture and the portrayal of slim-bodied women on screen fed into the expectations she had of her own body since childhood, and shares her journey to recovery and bodily freedom.
During times like these it’s easy to feel down about the way we look. So how do we start to feel good about ourselves again when the world around us is full of uncertainty? Capturing a moment when you feel good about yourself is a reminder of that self-assured feeling in times when confidence is fading.
Over the past few months I have indulged in my anxiety. I have always found it difficult to leave the house on a ‘normal’ day, feeling cemented to the front doorstep for reasons I can’t explain. The introduction of lockdown brought with it the perfect excuse: I am not allowed to go outside.
Have you ever avoided a particular place, perhaps a bar or a venue, maybe at a specific time, because you consciously or subconsciously associate it to a particular person, one you’d rather not see? We’re definitely guilty of it.
This list of resources has been compiled to help those affected by sexual assault and abuse, with additional educational resources for people supporting them.
What we would like to do here is encourage everyone who can to have a look at the following links to see how you can aid the Black Lives Matter movement. Only through committing to long-term action will we move towards change.
Welcome to the first edition of The Period Party, a series created to celebrate all things period. To kick-start the party we discuss our first periods and what it would be like if we had thrown ourselves a party to celebrate them.
One of the places I find solace during this crisis is in the kindness of strangers and the small things you can do each day to make a difference.
You might occasionally return to a place you went to with someone you used to date. A memory of the moment will come forth, unable to pass up the opportunity to remind you that it still exists, a bit like the boy who texts “hey, how are you?” when you haven’t spoken for two years.
A beast in his lair, flatmate from hell, in a pit of despair.
Personal space is something we all have a right to and even more so during a time of social distancing. As we are spending more of our hours indoors, anxiety of the outside is increasing and we need to be more mindful of how we conduct ourselves in public spaces.
The commuter train is an environment where it is an unspoken rule to remain as quiet as possible. This is a personal essay that looks back on a moment of invaded space on a train, and the lasting affects of the consequences of one individual’s actions upon another.
It’s week 5 for Katie and Nikitah, and it involves eggs, spiders and tie-dyeing items of clothing.
Eyelashes taped down, eyelids clamped open, vision bathed in a blur of anaesthetic drops; the current situation had quickly escalated the ranks to join the top five most unpleasant moments of my life.
I woke up this morning fresh and early. I had just about summoned the energy to get up, start the weekend and be ‘productive,’ when suddenly shit hits the fan.
The days and weeks blur into one as my body clock struggles to adjust to the eternal recess we are living in. Each day is either a Monday or a Sunday.
Welcome to this special edition weekly diary, isolation-style. Here we follow the highs and lows of life during what future history textbooks will refer to as the year the world ran out of toilet roll.