This year I finally managed to kick my obesity in the teeth. For two decades, I have struggled with being fat and have wrestled with consistent negative thoughts about my body. Yet despite enjoying clothes that no longer cut off my circulation and the health benefits of being slimmer, I find myself still hating my body when I look in the mirror. This is a problem I know isn't mine alone. So why is it that so many of us are ashamed of our bodies?
Loneliness affects everyone. But there seems to be a particular problem today with men, who do not acknowledge it, with fatal consequences. What can we do?
Natasha arrived in London from South Africa in 2017 to a new job and plenty of opportunity. Despite achieving her professional aspirations, she still felt like something was missing. She went along to the Salt Course and found a place where she could explore her spiritual questions and doubts. You can watch her story here.
The story of the West over the past century has been a story of the fight for freedom. We have been part of an unstoppable campaign, with no obvious end in sight, and one single purpose: the freedom of the individual to create their own identity, live as they choose, and express that life to the full. Has this made us any happier?
My generation spend 3 hours a day on our phones. We are isolated and stressed. We don't feel like we have any friends. Millennials had it bad, Gen Z have it worse, so what next? Do we accept the fact that we’re all slightly screwed, and destined to be lonely forever?
From climate change and Brexit to the fear of being seen in public without makeup, there is much to be fearful about in the world today. Even the vast improvements in almost every area of global health, wealth and education do little to make us more hopeful. Is there anything that can help?
Growing up I didn't have a clue what I wanted to be. I still don't now. I don't think I'm alone. Yet people still love to say 'you do you'.
Why is it so deeply frustrating when we don't get something we feel we deserve, and less so when we get a good thing that we certainly don't? Is the idea that we could have it all hindering our hope of happiness?
It is only when we live without touch that we realise how fundamental it is to our existence. In a culture with endless rules governing our physical interactions, how can we reclaim the innocence of touch again?