I do not remember who I was before my depression.
Some drawings from my Japan trip last year that I never ended up sharing. I had a really good time.
A year ago, I put together my first solo exhibition called Carry On at Goodspace gallery. This was the centrepiece, titled Sapience.
Maybe I am just a little bit attached to my things and the memories attached to the things. It’s kind of fine.
I’ve learned a lot about myself in therapy. Here are some of the learnings in a useful list.
I don’t regret uni, but I say that with a bit of surprise because I definitely messed myself up. Here are some things I should have done.
2020 MUST be the year that I'll manage to trick myself into exercise, and I'll log it to prove it. Spoiler alert: I manage to do exercise.
I'm not a medical professional, and am only hoping to encourage as many people around me to look into therapy options.
There are a lot of self help books that I’ve spent a long time laughing at, until I realised that you don't have to take them seriously.
A curated selection of some train passengers' backs of heads for your enjoyment.