12 January
Personal Prompt: What is one thing you’ve always dreamed of doing but are too afraid to try? Make a pros and cons list […]
Personal Prompt: What is one thing you’ve always dreamed of doing but are too afraid to try? Make a pros and cons list […]
Personal Prompt: Name one thing you love that you don’t have time to do anymore. Come up with a plan to try and […]
Personal Prompt: How would you describe yourself? Ask a friend or family member how they would describe you and compare notes. Gosh… I’ll […]
Personal Prompt: You invented a time machine, but it only allows you to change the events of one day in your past. What […]
Personal Prompt: You’re going back to school! What would you study and why? Too easy – I AM going back to school […]
Personal Prompt: Write a letter to your illness or condition. Ahh… Which one?! Pick a condition… Pick a condition… Dear Anxiety, Piss […]
Personal Prompt: Set a timer for 5 minutes. How are you feeling right now? Jot down your thoughts, and try to limit yourself […]
Personal Prompt: Name five things you are proud of, and five things you are not so proud of. This is a very difficult […]
Personal Prompt: Write a letter to your future self. Dear Future Self, Congratulations! You made it 🙂 I know right now it […]
Personal Prompt: Congratulations! You just won an award! Pick an award, and write an acceptance speech. It is with mixed feelings I accept […]
Personal Prompt: What are some things you want to improve in the New Year? It’s 2017. Thank fuck that 2016 is over […]
I don’t know if love makes all things easy, but I do believe that combined with faith and hope, it could just make all things possible. And in 2017, I hope all manner of possible things bless you and me.
I may be living in a minefield and the recovery process feels thick, viscous and horrifyingly distressing, but that unknown fog is more terrifying. I know where the pitfalls in my minefield are – it feels better to live with the devil you know…
It is not every day you meet a woman with no ears and half a nose. Lucy Henry is not an average patient in the Emergency Department [ED], with her prominent scars from self-inflicted burns. She is one of the forty thousand patients that present at the Royal Hobart Hospital emergency department each year. This 35-year-old blonde is confident and comfortable in herself, despite the life-altering events of the past 13 years. As she relaxes on her sofa, with devoted dalmatian Lottie nearby, she speaks frankly about her experiences as a self-confessed “frequent flyer” in the emergency department.
Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death. It is seven years since she passed away after a ten-year battle with breast cancer. Every death anniversary – and I’ve collected a few dead people now – leaves me feeling very melancholy and reflective.