Premeditation of evils

Every time I get on my bike, I imagine dying.

I picture what will happen if, the car in front of me decides to turn left into me, the car pulling into traffic cuts me off or, that random pedestrian decides to trundle onto the road.

The security blanket

When I was a teenager my step mum taught me how to knit, all I could manage was straight row and over the years I’ve started and not finished about half a dozen scarves.

Last year, after getting dumped I realised I needed something to keep myself busy. I was…

An unhappy birthday

It’s kind of funny that if he wasn’t gone, I probably wouldn’t even remember it was his birthday.

Maybe I’d see a Facebook notification, or see someone write on his wall and think I should say something, but other than that it wouldn’t consume any part of my day.

Brought back by the bike

It was only a few metres, yet the fall was enough to rattle his brain completely. We were told that if it wasn’t for one of the paramedics living close by he wouldn’t have survived.

Cyclists are scumbags too

Being a cyclist is inherently dangerous, regardless of how safe you are, there is a chance that you might get hurt.

It’s not just other drivers being aggressive or not looking for you that you need to be aware of, it’s the road conditions, bad weather and…

An amplified terror

Depression didn’t only take away my hope, it took away my instincts. I’ve always been able to rely on my gut. I knew that the ball of anxiety churning around in my belly was due to something being off. My intuition could be trusted when nothing else was reliable. Depression has eroded it all…

R U OK is not enough

Yesterday was World Suicide Prevention Day, it’s right there in your face and it makes people start to think about who in their life might be at risk and it begins conversations that need to happen with people who are suffering from mental illness.

An open letter to those on the road

Dear Driver(s),

I hope that you got where ever you were going on time. You must have been running very late to warrant how fast you were going past us.