Today I am tired. Today I want to cry. And rage. Seeing that some people value their lives and health at the cost of a doughnut, a beer, $300. To see the utter vitriol being spewed forth by some breaks my heart. I want to go back into my shell and sleep forever and never
Tag: mental health
Yes in many cases this can be completely true. However in some it can be untrue. For example – if I had listened to my GP instead of trusting my gut, my sons cholesteatoma would have grown to who knows what size and potentially worst case caused paralysis because he thought it was just an
“Argh that’s enough” I exclaimed as I held my hands up in the stop symbol. I stood there in the middle of the room not saying a word after that. There had been yelling, blaming, retaliating happening. But as I stood there in my quiet power the anger dissipated. Most people in my presence will
Today I fell into the cracks. Or should I say the gulley of social media and plastic surgery. Yes it was another one of those days. I found myself scrolling through hourglass figures and noticed my mind going into the I am not enoughness and my body isn’t enough as she is. The more I
The more I crack open deeply, the more parts of myself I find that I haven’t been giving love to. And the deeper I go the more I discover the depths of love I still have to give to the parts of myself I thought I had been loving wholly. It’s been a powerful journey
When I moved to Australia as a 15 yr old with my younger brother and sister I never could have guessed the direction my life would take. 6 months later after meeting the guy who would later become the father of my two oldest children I moved into his place with his dad and brother.
Today on my coaching call I said “fuck off with your coaching.” “I’m tired of doing processes.” “I don’t want to be coached I just want to be heard.” And today I was heard. I cried. I laughed. I swore. I spoke. And in those moments of being heard, of having my boundary respected over
Have you ever realized you gaslit yourself? I recently had an incident where I was pushed off a log in front of a fire by a guy. I didn’t think much of it. Until the people around me told me how upset they were by it and wondered why I hadn’t said anything. In my
Oh to be free, she thought. Like the wind blowing through the trees Or the ocean rolling it’s waves onto the shore. This cage feels dense Heavy and unshakeable Can she break free? Is the cage within her mind able to be broken? Choose, they say, You just have to choose So she chooses Yet
She smiles Yet it doesn’t reach her eyes The depth of her pain Kept locked away inside She yearns to reach out And express the whirlwind within Yet her past torments her Reminders crawling on her skin Will she? Won’t she? Or will she close up and flee? Past patterns repeating Until one day she










