My best friend and I both recently had our hearts broken. I’m talking one of those unexpected, completely one-sided, open mouth crying, searching for answers and getting none kind of breakups – x2.
Insecure. It’s a word that’s been contaminated to sound like a disease. Like it’s a black and white diagnosis that you either test positive or negative for. Like people should keep their distance to protect themselves from catching it. Like openly admitting it’s a part of your life means voluntarily exposing the tremendous weight of the baggage you haul around with you.
When I go on nights out, I hide a pair of flip flops in a bush outside the club. There, I said it. I’m pathetic with heels, and I can’t afford to spend a fortune riding round in taxis every night. So, when I’m ready to leave, I simply retrieve my flats from their hiding place and begin my comfortable journey home. It’s not cool, and to most people it’s probably quite strange (especially those who’ve witnessed it). But it’s me, it’s my choice and it’s my life, and if there’s one thing I’ll never be caught apologising for – it’s that.
Every single day is full of choices. Should I wear this outfit, or this one? What should I cook for dinner tonight? Who should I call about this issue? What do I want to watch on TV? We make them spontaneously, unconsciously, sometimes even carelessly. These small and seemingly insignificant decisions make up our day-to-day lives and yet, on so many occasions, we barely even give them a second thought.
A university student. An avid athlete. And now the latest member of her family to be diagnosed with Huntington’s Disease, a decade after it first struck them. Ellis Kerton shares her story of her battle to keep the ‘Hope in Huntington’s’.
Having a child with a medical condition can be challenging for any parent, especially if it has a considerable impact on their life. But one mum is pulling out all the stops to make sure her son’s happiness isn’t limited just because his eyesight is. Here’s their story.
I was recently asked a question in a job interview that went a little bit like this: “How can you demonstrate that you’ll be committed and dedicated to this role, despite the sometimes long and unsociable hours?” There was only one thing that came to my mind. The same thing that, I’m sure, has influenced a huge part of the way I am today. Dancing.
The road warped one way and then the other, headlights illuminating a small patch of moist tarmac and a scatter of autumnal leaves ahead as the vehicle trundled along. The rest of the road remained a complete mystery, with darkness firmly settled in all directions. While the passenger’s eyes were fixed on her phone screen, the driver’s were straight ahead. Alert. Fixed. Focused.
Then suddenly panicked, wide, overwhelmed, unmoving. The headlights in front of them grew impossibly big filling their entire vision. The sound of airbags exploding on impact was piercing, and then – blank. Paralysed in shock, the driver lay still while the passenger rolled her right ear towards her shoulder, their eyes meeting. “We’re going to die, Katie.” Continue reading
When you see multiple notifications popping up on your phone screen just minutes after posting a new selfie, it’s human nature to want to flick through the ‘likes’ to see who’s showing appreciation for your efforts. But are some of those likes worth more than others? Continue reading