I am sitting on my bed. It is Sunday and the radiator is slightly too warm on my back. I know I should be doing something: the blanket I’m crocheting for my therapist is on one side of me; I’m not sure whether there is anything I should be preparing for tomorrow’s English lesson, and […]Read More Motivation and where has it gone?
Exams. Scary. I failed one, once. It was, without doubt, one of the worst days of my life so far. It’s difficult to be bullied to the point where you only value yourself for your academic ability, before suddenly finding that you don’t even have that anymore. I was seventeen at the time. I remember […]Read More Your Failure Defines You