Watching the news after Nia Wilson’s untimely death triggered my emotions. Every time I leave the house, I carry fear and anxiety with me.
Just a few weeks ago, my girlfriends and I were approached by an aggressively drunk white male who believed he had authority over our bodies. It wasn’t the first time we had to deal with something like this, and unfortunately, it won’t be our last. I couldn’t help but wonder, would anybody help me if I were attacked? If I died, would I be mourned in the same way Nia Wilson was?
‘Endometriosis is so much worse than a bad period’
My 14-year journey with the illness, in comic form
Something terrifying happened to me. I miss the person I used to be before trauma.
I long for the old me, who used to laugh easily
