The Other Me
‘Falling’ iv. When I woke the next morning, the first thing that ran through my head was a self-check. Anxiety …? Panic …? It was gone. After so long being with me, it felt bizarre to have the inside of…
The Other Me
‘Falling’ iii. I always wanted to tell stories. As a kid, my imagination never stopped ticking. It drove stories early in primary school into accounts unrecognisable from the truth, and pushed them towards grandiosity when I got into the later…