Sarah Collins

2 weeks ago | prospectmagazine.co.uk | Sarah Collins

I am staring at an icon of the Raising of Lazarus when the world begins to spin around me. It is a sunny Saturday afternoon and I am wandering around the Byzantine and Christian Museum of Athens, alone. Despite the outstanding beauty of the gardens—the entrance is lined with bright pink Bougainvillea—I am in a bad place, mentally. I am not entirely sure why I have spent the last week in the throes of fear and despair; there is no identifiable precipitating event.

2 weeks ago | prospectmagazine.co.uk | Sarah Collins

I am staring at an icon of the Raising of Lazarus when the world begins to spin around me. It is a sunny Saturday afternoon and I am wandering around the Byzantine and Christian Museum of Athens, alone. Despite the outstanding beauty of the gardens—the entrance is lined with bright pink Bougainvillea—I am in a bad place, mentally. I am not entirely sure why I have spent the last week in the throes of fear and despair; there is no identifiable precipitating event.

1 month ago | prospectmagazine.co.uk | Sarah Collins

It is 11pm on a Saturday night and I am several glasses of wine in. I am sitting on a long wooden table in a tiny Athenian shop, where our host Anton is filling our glasses with delicious Greek varieties. I listen to the hum of my new friends switching between languages as they chat to each other, from English to Turkish to Greek. We are at the stage of tipsy that allows my friend Ezgi to confidently claim she can taste undertones of cheese in her glass of red.

2 months ago | prospectmagazine.co.uk | Sarah Collins

I was frazzled, late, tired, hungry and depleted of vitamins when I arrived at the door of a charming nail salon in downtown Athens. It has become customary for me to book a nail appointment when I find myself in need of—apologies in advance—self-care.

Feb 28, 2025 | prospectmagazine.co.uk | Sarah Collins

Like many OCD sufferers, I have been through several therapists in my time as a certifiably mad person. But this is the first time a therapist has retired on me. My first therapist was a kind, mumsy woman with the most fantastic curly blond hair, who was an expert in cognitive behavioural therapy, or CBT. Bog-standard CBT is now frankly old hat in the psychology world, but to me it was revolutionary.