departure point
Updates
it has been a very, very long time since i’ve posted here. life has been busy, hectic, and life has been safe and kind. two years ago today i moved hemispheres, returning to the land of my birth. reverse culture shock floods the bones from time to time, and in all honesty it’s taken all…
herstory
one person’s freedom fighter is another person’s brainwasher and domestic terrorist
i am not there
fighti very nearly killed youyour saliva in my hairyour foot against one cheekthe hard pane of floor against the otherroared forward from me a fireso ready to tear out your throatrip your head offdisembowel you. you seemed surprised. that part of me still washes her face in great gouts of your bloodscorns your whimpers if…
Ask me what, not why
Looking back over the last 15 months since the last series of posts, I remember the utter hurt and restraint in each selected written word, I see the growth between then and now, and the application of the lessons, to see parallel dynamics played out again, and to step off before the undertow got me…
antisocial media & cybershiz
The urge to post every second of life, to ensure that “I Exist” has evolved to keep up with (and is the fuel for) the leaps and bounds in evolution of social media. The dirty underbelly of the internet that was always present is now rarely out of our hands. It’s not all shit, they…
Sorry For The Inconvenience
This is a classic narcissist’s letter of apology. This is the mask. Let’s slip it off Something has happened to make him a little scared and this is his pattern. This is a hoover tactic that 3 years ago would have had me responding directly or via “Claudia” and it’s simply fishing for information while…
Magic Flexible Fertility Man
It’s no news that I am infertile, and I’m pretty damned fine with that. I’ve never fallen pregnant and I never wanted children until I met my ex husband. We tried, nothing happened, had ourselves checked out, made a few tentative efforts with doctors, but due to a combination of our age, fibroids, not having…
how does it make you feel?
some days all the injustices mount up and the situation in reality, including the positivity, the growth, the strides forward, are really fucking difficult to see from the vale. i’ve come a bloody long way. the doubt is part of the healing, i get it, but the big picture gets eroded by the boredom and…
the unDisney business of support
without connection, it’s just beige old survival mode with cognitive musings that there must be something wrong with my insides. the trope most often dressed in spiritual garb, that everything we could ever require beyond food, water and shelter is found on the inside of us – strength, resourcefulness, love – is a tired one.…
post-apocalypse relationships
when you think you’ve done all the excavating you can do, sifted through the deep therapeutic muck to the shiny new self (selves) beneath, at what point do you actually know you’re ready to apply that headroom thinky stuff to actual practice? because at some stage it is going to have be put into practice,…
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