The Pool: Women and Anxiety, AKA My Ode to Susie Orbach

I went to this ‘Women and Anxiety’ event hosted by The Pool when I was in quite the wee whirlwind of anxiety myself : panic attacks in place of sleep, pumping heart, pulsating frontal lobes, the all-over body sensation I’ve been best capturing lately via the description ‘fizz’. Like a fizzing all over, and the… Read More The Pool: Women and Anxiety, AKA My Ode to Susie Orbach

Cailíní Secret: No One Is Alone In What They Feel

First thing’s first: that word, cailíní, is an Irish one and it means women (or girls – I mainly remember it from Gaelic classes at my female-only school when the teacher was telling us to shut the f**k up and listen). So Cailíní Secret refers to the secrets of Irish women, as sourced and compiled by fellow… Read More Cailíní Secret: No One Is Alone In What They Feel

Santiago, el Death Cafe and shaking like a dog during firework season

Finsbury Park Death Cafe happens every month at Blighty Cafe on Blackstock Road, lovely wee gaff. I first went last December, again in January and this month, December again. I met Santiago at the January one and pretty much instantly we were best friends. We’ve since become a bit more so it was nice to go… Read More Santiago, el Death Cafe and shaking like a dog during firework season