HLR is a 20-something writer of creative non-fiction, mainly short prose and poetry. She writes about challenging subjects such as mental illness, addiction, suicide and grief with an injection of sardonic British droll—a style acquired through years of mental angst and too much time spent in the pub. Perpetually on the verge of either a breakdown or a breakthrough (sometimes both) HLR was born and raised in north London, and is yet to escape. A list of previous publications can be found here.
Manifesto: I do not write for you, I write because I have to.
Formerly known as The Magic Black Book.
This site features upsetting subjects including suicide, self-harm, death and addiction.
Please approach this site (and its owner) with caution, sensitivity and an open mind.
I am not these things, but I suffer from these things:
EUPD/borderline personality disorder + bipolar disorder + psychotic episodes + chronic suicidality + generalised anxiety disorder + fibromyalgia.
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak
Whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
– Macbeth, William Shakespeare
All written work © The Magic Black Book (themagicblackbook) / Treacle Heart (treacleheart) / HLR 2010 – 2019
All written work on this site is my own unless otherwise cited.
I do NOT own the rights to any images, artwork or photography featured on my blog unless I have stated otherwise.