If I could find a way to put the last few months into paragraphs, I would, but right now I am faced with a washing machine full of words. If I open it now everything will spill out, tangled in soap and dirty water, and I will be swamped. I’ve searched everywhere I can think… Continue reading Washing Machine Prayers
I caught myself kicking off again today. I don't know why my brain does this to me, maybe it's just part of the process of detangling myself, but for some reason my first reaction to a difficult time™ is to completely self destruct. Engaging in conversations that can only go badly. Running 5kms on an… Continue reading Protest//Forget
You are exquisite. An unrepeatable miracle. The most perfect and imperfect combination of DNA and cells, nature and nurture, time and place. You are a mind, a collection of firing synapses and neural pathways that will never be repeated. Hurting and healing, success and failure. You are graduation days and funerals, tears of joy and tears… Continue reading Make This House my Home #loveyourbodyweek
I used to tense up when I was told I 'looked better'. I was proud of my disguise, but I also felt a strange sort of disconnect between the girl on the outside and what I was trying to understand about the inside of me. I had this sick belief that I deserved to have… Continue reading Inside Outside. (I am in recovery, but it is messy)
Let me preface this with the context that this writing is therapy homework. A blog post and homework all in one. Brilliant. I mean, if you have to kill two birds, you may well use one stone. I call it genius, others probably call it lazy. (off topic, but I don't support the killing of… Continue reading It Totally and Completely Depends.
In year 11 and 12 I did top level English. It was an interesting experience for all involved in my education. I was a bit of a mess at that point in my life and had sub-zero confidence in my ability to have an actual opinion on anything. Despite this, one of the most important… Continue reading To The Bone, a Recovery Reading.
Wake up, rub the sleep and flaking mascara from your tired eyes, drag yourself out of bed. Stumble to the bathroom, wherever it is in this empty quiet house that probably isn’t your own. Stare yourself down in the mirror. You look like some kind of 1950’s horror movie extra. Lips are so chapped they’re… Continue reading Let Your Mornings Be New