When my mental health suffers, the sun’s movements give me structure
When my mental health suffers, the sun’s movements give me structure
When nothing else is certain, Steph Hebdon has the sun.
I hope you feel shit
I hope you feel shit
"I hope you feel shit. I hope you feel sad or, at the very least, guilty. Shameful, jealous - anything but ambivalent. I hope you feel these in the same way you would joy: with acceptance, and in expectation of its fleeting passing," writes Steph Hebdon.
I can’t watch the news, I’m sad enough already
I can’t watch the news, I’m sad enough already
Steph Hebdon felt ashamed that she can no longer watch the news - until she realised it grants her the escapism she so often needs.
