There is no I in acceptance

I remember the time I almost went mad in the middle of a beautiful day. Everything went quiet, as if my brain was busy spinning the sounds into a dull series of thuds whose trespass became increasingly indecipherable to me. Simple conversations required a herculean effort. Words became pin pricks, sentences became wildly rampaging herds.… Continue reading There is no I in acceptance

Needing an umbrella on the sunniest of days

Sometimes in the middle of a run, my head fills with thoughts that beat the absolute fuck out of my brain. If I let the spill go too long, it can send me into a spiral, so I encapsulate. Crazily. Here's what I sketched inside my run yesterday whilst I was freezing my nipples off. It's… Continue reading Needing an umbrella on the sunniest of days