MYSELF
Self-care. It’s the buzzword of the 21st century. I guess because a lot of us suck at it… There are over 242 words […]
Category: RECOVERY
I DREAM
I dream that one day I will be freed from the shackles of anxiety’s chaos. Freed from the pounding heart, shallow breaths […]
LOVE IS A SPLENDID THING
How easy it is to love. How hard it is to be loved… At the risk of repeating myself too many times, I […]
FINDING STRENGTH FOR RECOVERY THROUGH FATIGUE
My fatigue is back. It went away for a while. I didn’t miss it. Good riddance, I thought. Then it came back. For fuck’s […]
EXERCISING MY WAY TO GOOD MENTAL HEALTH
Exercising regularly changed my life. It toned my body, turned fat to muscle, allowed me to enjoy the great outdoors, gave me a safe […]
VIRTUES & VICES
Self compassion is tricky to master. The compassionate concepts I am encouraged to apply, were considered heinous insults throughout my formative years.
RECOVERY DREAM
Recovery is a dream. A distant, foreign concept. A world of freedom I desperately want to live in, but struggle to believe will ever […]
MONDAY MORNING MANTRAS
I am entering into a phase of recovery (ie the beginning…) where I am doggedly determined to embark upon this road and make […]
FREEDOM
I live in a house, surrounded by nature. I sit in bed of a morning, watching native birds sing in the tree outside my bedroom window. I can see the water. I can hear the waves. I can watch the sunrise. These things are always here. They always have been. I’ve lived in this house for 16 years.
BROKEN WINGS
Today I cried. I cried because I could feel the hard, solid, shell I have spent decades plastering around every inch of me cracking, leaving me soft and vulnerable, and revealing a very broken pair of wings.
HOW CAN I TELL IF I’M WELL
When I have a cold, it’s obvious I’m sick. And when it goes away, it’s obvious it’s gone. When I have depression, […]
BUCKET LIST
I mentioned a few weeks ago that it’s time I wrote a bucket list. So here I go… Things I want to […]
THE METAPHORICAL FENCE
I feel like I’m perched on a metaphorical fence – staring down at recovery, staring down at illness, and trying to decide […]
FAITH
My personal spiritual beliefs have no basis in religion, I don’t believe in a God or Higher Powers or organised religion, but I do believe in Angels and the Universe. This is the beauty of Faith – no evidence required. Just a personal belief there is “something” and that something provides comfort and a guiding hand. It is fascinating to hear discussions on God. Or the Universe. Higher Powers. Angels. And to hear references to intuition and instinct.
SHEDDING THE BURDEN OF SHAME
A year ago I was a mess. A great big psychological mess. I was heading towards a breakdown and a stay in […]