Oh Comely, 2018
I was commissioned to write a piece about heartbreak and wild swimming by Oh Comely magazine. The piece appeared in their April print edition.
Five months after my heart had been smashed up like an unsuspecting snail, I was still decidedly not over it. We’d been broken up for longer than we’d been together, and I felt like my conscious was milking it slightly. I’d become cold and hard. I told myself that being broken-hearted was like having a superpower, because there was nothing left to break, nothing left to lose, nothing that could touch me again. I was like Wolverine, but instead of adamantium claws I had biting ripostes about how love was an illusion and all of us would realise it in the end.