I’m talking about being stuck in limbo between jobs, chasing GCSE results from the year 2000, and the very unwelcome experience of having to dig back into records tied to my deadname.

I recorded this at around 3:45am after another broken night of sleep, and it ended up feeling like an old-school podcast episode in the best and worst way, me in the dark, unable to switch off, talking it out because I needed to.

A totally normal episode where work calmly ruins my nervous system and I politely pretend that’s fine.

I didn’t plan to go on a full political rant, but here we are.

Recounting a solo London escape, an emotional meet-and-greet with Ionna Lee, COVID jab curveballs, and a life-changing Monday I can’t talk about… yet

In this one, I explain why I’ve been quiet and set the scene for what’s next, if you want the wider journey and future extras, the links below are where…

In this first raw vlog-turned-podcast, I drop the masks and speak honestly. I talk neurodivergence, nostalgia, creative burnout, disordered eating and the shaky, hopeful act of beginning again.

In this raw & sleepy episode, I record from my bed, unloading a cascade of thoughts that hit me whilst I got up for a piss.

I recount my unforgettable night in Runcorn for an NHS sleep study, where I arrived wired for rest but left wired with regret.

I reflect on job challenges and frustrations with disability accommodations