When I was in Montessori school, my teacher sold me the “Disney” line that I could be whatever I wanted to be and I believed her. I went home and did some digging in the back garden with my dad …
what i’m really thinking
What I’m really thinking: Living with mental health issues
“Sometimes you’ll find yourself starting a sentence with “ever feel…” and your friend will answer “no”.”
…“I’m afraid of being unable to speak and express myself to the best of my abilities. I’m afraid that people don’t truly know me, and will validate my biggest fear. I am an inherently unlikable being. I care too much
What I’m really thinking: the final-year student
Everything feels like a special moment when your time in Trinity is drawing to an end.
When I started university, my first lecturer pronounced to the class that we had found our best men and bridesmaids in those sitting next to us. He said it with such strength I didn’t believe him. Now final year is …
What I’m really thinking: the college student at the graduation ceremony
This hat is ridiculous. Wandering around Front Square in gowns; well done Trinity, fighting the stereotype since 1592. Right now, embarrassment is the overriding emotion. It’s nerve-wracking, filing up the steps in front of all these people (trying not to …
What I’m really thinking: the sexual harassment target
To all the ass-grabbers, the boob-grazers, the ones who undress me with their eyes: I hate you.
I hate you for what you have forced me to become. I am now the woman who wears flat shoes on a night …
What I’m really thinking: the woman who can’t let go
When we’re having sex, I’m often thinking about how not lost in the moment I am. It’s not all that I’m thinking; there are other things, like that it feels pretty good, or that I want you nearer or that …
What I’m really thinking: the junior freshman
It’s crazy how lonely one can feel in a city full of people. Even though I haven’t travelled as far as, say, the international students, I still feel a real sense of isolation every morning. Being the first in my …
What I’m really thinking: the privileged depressive
“I’m a bit mad, sure. But I’m not actually crazy, am I?”
“Anyway, what have I got to be depressed about?”
I asked myself both of those questions when I was struggling with depression; even more when I was then …