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It is rare to hear about a life as extraordinary as that of Muriel Gardiner. A student who left Oxford for an underground socialist...

Everything that I thought made me worthy of being here, that I fought to read and learn alongside my studies, feels insignificant

The ostracism I felt had forced me to choose between my identity and the chance to have friends.

"This self-sabotage is something that’s really intensified, along with a lot of my other OCD symptoms, since coming to university. I could stare for hours at a blank screen out of pure worry that what I’m writing wouldn’t be a masterpiece. This is the point at which the compulsions kick in - tapping on my head five times for good luck is my most common one. Any mix-up in how I do it and I’ve got bad luck for the rest of the day."

I look at the girl in the mirror and I wonder if she is me. It is hard to connect with my body now....

Referencing in Hollywood is a bit like a currency at the moment; writers can buy some pre-existing emotional attachment, with very little effort on...

‘Selflessness. Integrity. Objectivity. Accountability. Openness. Honesty. Leadership.’ These are the Seven Principles devised by Lord Nolan’s 1994 Committee on Standards in Public Life to...

I write in genuine fear. I have discovered that C has read my diary and the results were not pretty – and now I’m...

Dehydrated, dazed, and confused, but thankful to have survived the deadly journey. Thankful to have reached the country of opportunity in which they just...

I recently went to The Oxford Centre for Anxiety Disorders and Trauma to chat with Dr Hannah Murray, a PTSD clinician. Dr Murray is...

I regularly feel overlooked in favour of my white peers. I know that this isn’t just a ‘me problem’, having discussed this with my other Asian friends, but it feels incredibly personal.

To not think about a film’s sound is to not think about cinema as a whole experience. However, I’m not going to lie, I...

"Frank Morris, and Clarence and John Anglin, successfully escaped Alcatraz Island after tucking papier-mâché heads into their beds: these were models of themselves made to sneak out at night, literally like mere sixteen year old teenagers."

My grandfather, Dada Ji, died in October 2019, but I only learned his name this summer. As much as I’d like to claim that it...

I feel too awkward pulling out my journal and turning the light on to write so I guess this one’s gonna be written on...

In Anne Carson's Autobiography of Red, a novel in verse based on fragments by Stesichorus about the myth of Geryon, shame is being a...

Since my diagnosis, I’ve learned a lot about myself and about OCD. It’s not been a matter of learning to live with it, but rather understanding how it is a part of myself and how I can harness it for good.

Yet I urge you to pause and reflect on the events just described: at what point, if at all, did the police ‘serve and protect?.’

CW - Cancer, surgery Over the next few weeks, I want to write about the singular experience of being diagnosed with and getting rid of...

20 minutes and 57 seconds. That’s the duration of the most recent voice recording I’ve made of my father trashing my choice of degree...