Mixing alcohol and paracetamol, isn’t just a good rhyme, it's usually a sign that shit went south at some point, and trust me it did. I never anticipated saying the words ‘suicidal thoughts’ to someone would be so hard, let alone to a loved one. Of course it's after saying it, I realised 5 years … Continue reading Ben- ‘it’s Okay, Tell me’ (or new habits die old)
eyes crying? nose running? uterus bleeding? hotel trivago?
I just wanted to be Bukowski. it's three years on, and look at me now; a severe depressive, who doesn't get out of bed before 12pm, and can barely handle his emotions. Writing has become an afterthought, my own ambition handicapped by my overwhelming sense of futility. I need to stop using my blog in … Continue reading eyes crying? nose running? uterus bleeding? hotel trivago?
Ben Brizell 