Flotsam & Jetsam

For many years, I carried a guilt that rarely left me entirely. Leaving my partners felt like the right decisions, yet alongside that certainty sat another reality: it meant spending less time with my children. I remember the questions that would surface unexpectedly during quiet moments. Had I done the right thing? What had my children lost because of choices I had made? Looking back, I think that experience taught me something important about the emotional lives of many men

There are chapters in my life that I wish I could rewrite - not to erase the pain, but to rewrite the silences. I suffered with serious bouts of depression throughout my daughter’s childhood. At times, it swallowed me whole. I separated from her mum when she was two, and from then on, I mostly saw her alternate weekends - every other Saturday felt like a glimpse of sunshine through thick grey cloud. I loved her fiercely, but I know there were times I felt unreachable, even to

There was a time when the thought of being alone filled me with dread. Not just the absence of others, but the silence - the kind that...