Stop Abusing Yourself

Stop Abusing Yourself

If you were in a relationship with yourself (and the way you treat/talk to yourself), would you consider it abusive? Would you look at yourself and consider it lucky that you have such an amazing partner, or cringe? Cringe, because you know, if you were truly honest, you  . . .
My Birthday Wish

My Birthday Wish

On 19th October, I turned 38. Thirty-fucking-eight. And it felt great! 37 certainly brought me a year of growth beyond my beliefs. The biggest heart break of my life until today was the loss of my mummy. And the biggest blessings are the development of the beautiful relationships  . . .
Codependence Behaviour (No more!)

Codependence Behaviour (No more!)

All my life, I've always felt as if I need to give people what they want and need without thinking about or putting myself first. Now, I remember clearly the day I revealed my truth - out through the locked up, suppressed little voice hidden deep down within.  . . .
Fear is My Motivation

Fear is My Motivation

Wanna know what I can't seem to overcome? My fear of day-to-day life. My story begins as a young girl. Always anxious, always afraid of the "what ifs". I was so anxious every second of the day even before I knew what ‘anxiety’ was or that the feeling  . . .
Introduction to My Alters

Introduction to My Alters

Something I've always wanted to write about but been avoiding: #1- Survivor Girl. She's 7. Despite her age, she's a fighter and survivor. What did she survive? A lot. She's sassy, funny, and smart. She doesn't easily trust people. She loves to come out and play. She's very  . . .
A Dream with A Lesson

A Dream with A Lesson

I had a dream. I stood alone in what had been my childhood bedroom - staring at the dresser with a familiar discomfort. My fingers clutched at the handle of the third drawer from the top and pulled hard, straining from the weight of its contents. I reached  . . .
29 Years

29 Years

29 years of suppressing my trauma. 29 years of not understanding why the fuck I am the way I am. 29 years of not having my opinions be heard. 29 years of not knowing what's healthy, what isn't. 29 years of hurt, betrayal, pain, suffering. 29 years of  . . .
Desolate

Desolate

Waves wash over me .. they recall, In bruises black waves, The breakers roll. A gentle lap, Swept aside, Aside. All angry crash, Borne away by the tide. Just the horizons sadness and the stark vestigial memory; black waves washing over me. Endless sea, the maddening flow, of  . . .
Putting It Out There *trigger warning*

Putting It Out There *trigger warning*

It took some time to get here. To tell this story. To share it here. It wasn’t easy. It isn’t easy. It’s scary. I feel as if I’d be judged. Then, I think to myself; I don’t care if people judge me. By what happened to me. I  . . .