Belle de Jong

I quit my job, again

24 hours at a Croatian gas station

Travelling isn’t always bliss

The cause of my Interrail trip

Of course I’m single, I’m a walking red flag

How I live with bipolar disorder

My new job is amazing. Am I… settled?

A premature goodbye to the European Parliament

Belle in Bruxelles: from bad to better

I now understand why people hate feminists. Have we been doing feminism wrong all along?

I started 2022 by moving countries, and it was harder than ever

Christmas isn't so holly & jolly in this place I can't call home

I didn’t want to leave Malta, but here I am

Abortion interview 2.0: This time I was treated with respect

A girl boss’ guide to getting over someone you never even dated

I spoke about my abortion on national TV in Malta, where it’s illegal

How a toxic work environment destroyed my mental health

Why I left Lovin Malta

Reporting in and on the European Union: it’s all about understanding

I got chlamydia and realised I never had sex education

I'm thriving, but I'm tired

If it wasn’t for my abortion, I would have had a baby by now

Malta’s infamous ‘cat killer’ claims I was hired to 'promote psychiatry with fake articles'

How I know I’m doing better than a year ago

Are you going to save the world or yourself?

Why I write about mental health

Are men drastically undersexualised?

I can’t believe they let me adopt a dog

A year of recovery: to hell and back

Is everybody, like, alright?

The power of storytelling: how my Mount Carmel story went viral

I spent 8 days in a Mount Carmel psych ward. This is what it was like

The End of 2020

Tinder in Malta – “Isn’t that your cousin?”

Corona Chronicles

I nearly bought a $5000 water machine - so you don’t have to

When did they teach us how to live?

I’m accidentally in London thanks to a ticket that didn’t exist

Why I decided to take a year off

What living with Bipolar is like

Ash grey - a colour a day

Psychosis to Pandemic

Maybe we're enough

Please Don’t Make This Foreigner Tell You To Fight For Your Country’s Future

Without dreams, nothing would be anything

On feeling home

Planet Party

Spilling soy sauce

I moved to France, and it was too much

Dear Melbourne