Life’s managed to get hard again. The etherealness has been drawn from my veins, and I’m heavy, drained, and unsteady again.
Life’s managed to get hard again. The etherealness has been drawn from my veins, and I’m heavy, drained, and unsteady again.
Article and poem by Sarah Gill
In January 2014 just after my birthday I suffered a bit of a mental breakdown, things had been accumulating for a few weeks prior but I didn’t really understand what was happening to me.