Danielle Martin

I’ve realised recently that fire has been a character in my whole life. Not in a dramatic way, more in a quietly persistent, always-there kind of way. A constant witness. One of my earliest memories is my mum making me throw my dummy into the fire. Proper ceremony. No bargaining, no gentle transition. I remember being deeply outraged and, if I’m honest, also slightly impressed. It was a symbolic act of letting go before I had any idea what symbolism was. Fire marked the moment. Dummy gone....

exploring wellbeing through sound, hedonic and eudaimonic

Currently, the interventions available for young people in care are often clinical and primarily focused on behavioural changes or...