The not-so-glamorous life of a former glamour model

The death of my father when I was growing up meant that I became a nomad, being passed from one person to another because my mother didn’t have the means to look after me.


“I wanted to go to prison because it sounded fun”

My pathway to self-destruction had already been created when I was abused by a family member at 14-years-old. I kept the dirty little secret to myself and refused to tell anyone.


The Beginning of the End

“As a boy, my father would beat me for no reason. You have no idea how much pain this caused me. I began to hate him and I remember telling him that one day I would kill him. I meant it.


Under the influence

Imagine being labelled as the black sheep of your family. Despised simply because of your gender. Plagued with insecurities and questioning your existence because of the constant reminder of what you turned out not to be.


Facing my assassin

It can wreck the family home, consume one’s finances, destroy the body both inside and out and cause the mind to become a desert and wasted organ.


The diary of a schizophrenic

They would bombard my mind constantly. I didn’t want to hear them, but they didn’t go away. Day in, day out they would loom over me and there seemed to be no way to escape them. When …


Secrets of a former self-harmer

On Thursday 6th February, various news sources reported the death of 16-year-old schoolgirl, Sasha Steadman, who overdosed after visiting websites encouraging suicide and self-harm. With the horrific glorification dispersed throughout the Internet, it’s no wonder that “in the past year, the number of children contacting ChildLine about self-harm has risen by 41%”*. …