Ralph trudged through the woods, his boots heavy with sticky mud and pine needles, his shotgun slung over his shoulder. The deep purple of twilight ... Read More
Holidays can be one of the busiest times of year for mental health services; but especially so for suicide hotlines. This was my first year ... Read More
In between the mozzarella sticks and the second course, I’m thinking about dying. I don’t think of anyone or anything in particular, and I most ... Read More
I had just moved to my current flat in Raynes Park, Southwest London, and was still fairly unfamiliar with the area. Now my current bosses ... Read More
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