An ocean that doesn't existMy muscles begin to swim in an ocean that doesn’t exist. As tears lubricate my eyeballs, the pressure starts to lift. I listen to the…Sep 28, 2022Sep 28, 2022
A father’s note to a baby he once heldI already miss our time together, Even though we’ve never been apart. As the years pass by so quickly, I discover Time flows in one…Aug 8, 20223Aug 8, 20223
I used to think I was a good writer - until I came to MediumDon't let numbers or your ability to network make you lose sight of your value as a writer or why it is that you write!Aug 3, 2022Aug 3, 2022
Shielding 2020 — An upsetting experience that we must not forgetShielding 2020 — An upsetting experience that we must not forgetAug 1, 2022Aug 1, 2022
The ShadowI spent around fifteen years of my life playing in bands. From amateur high school outfits to touring the country, recording full-length…Jul 24, 2022Jul 24, 2022
The arthritis teaseA poem about living with the flare and remission cycle, the unpredictability of tomorrow and trying to pace with chronic pain.Jul 21, 20222Jul 21, 20222
Can I keep this view?A poem written off the back of the Covid-19 pandemic as laws and restrictions in the UK were scrapped. From the eyes of a person who was…Jul 19, 2022Jul 19, 2022
I tried to be freeI tried to run. I tried to be free, And get back to someone that was like the old me.Jul 12, 2022Jul 12, 2022
From educated in discomfort to educating the worldWhy today’s children with Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis are tomorrow’s game-changers.Jul 9, 2022Jul 9, 2022
A constant reminder of needOriginally written as a blog post for Arthr in 2020, I share what I have learnt about my life with arthritis, the unhealthy relationship I…Jun 15, 2022Jun 15, 2022
