Tears Dry on Their Own

How loss, love, and time quietly teach us what youth never could There is a particular arrogance that comes with being healthy.I recognise it now because I once lived inside it. When the body works, we assume it always will. We walk fast, plan long, complain about small inconveniences, and behave like life has quietly … Continue reading Tears Dry on Their Own

But My Smile Still Stays On

On learning bravery before understanding loss Iโ€™m telling this story now as an adult.But the boy inside it was ten. At ten, I believed walls had feelings.Not because they spoke, but because they noticed. Especially the wall in the rented house we moved into after Mummy died. It wasnโ€™t her house, and yet, for a … Continue reading But My Smile Still Stays On