Jeg gik på natklub med en musikaktiveret vibrator i trussen
Jeg tog ikke stoffer, men jeg havde helt sikkert en bedre weekend end dig.
How Being a Music Journalist Made Me Wind Up in a Psychiatric Hospital
I was a living cliche: a failed musician who then spends his time criticizing other musicians.
ADHD Isn’t My Disorder, It’s More Like My Superpower
ADHD is so often shrouded in negativity, but by utilising it in the right way, British rapper Loyle Carner says it can be turned into an advantage.
How Can the Music Industry Fix Its Mental Health Problem?
We put Olly Alexander from Years & Years and the chairman of the leading British music charity on the phone together and got them to thrash it out.
As a Young Black Man, Rap Helped Me Deal with Depression When I Was Afraid to Seek Help
Too many black men feel unable to speak about mental health. But by talking about his own, Isaiah Rashad's music helped me understand there’s no template to being who I am.
Lost and Unwanted: How a Disastrous Record Deal Can Fuck with Your Mental Health
Like so many musicians, Willis Earl Beal and Clare Maguire both signed life-changing recording contracts, but neither were prepared for quite how life-changing they would be.
How Mainstream Emo Made Us Talk About Mental Health
Despite moral panic and tabloid witch hunts, mainstream emo threw a mirror up to what has long been overlooked in society: that kids need help, and they should be taken seriously.
Inside the Terror One Musician Faced with His Addiction to Alcohol
Spirit Adrift’s Nate Garrett nearly died of alcoholism, but turned to doom instead.
How Music Helped Me Back from the Edge of Suicide
The bath, where my suicide attempt took place, was the only place I felt comfortable. I would perch my laptop on a chair, and replay the same song until the rest of me reached saturation point.
At leve med dysmorfofobi
Dysmorfofobi er en angstlidelse, hvor man oplever et forvrænget billede af, hvordan man ser ud.
Anxiety Or It Didn’t Happen
Sometimes I revisit the spots where I've had my worst panic attacks. I recently went back to the California desert, Palm Springs, the scene of my last major existential dissolve.