I’m not sure what my intention was when I started writing this post. I think I had reached a level of exacerbation with my pain and just wanted to find some way of expunging the fucked-up feelings of shame and guilt I associate with my pain. I constantly question my relationship with my own physical … Continue reading Learning to look at pain.
TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING: Intimate partner violence (physical and emotional), gaslighting, discussion of self-harming behaviours. I remember when we first broke up. I accused him of cheating and he accused me of snooping. We were both right in our accusations, but I was more sorry. I was always more sorry. I left that night and went … Continue reading I am not responsible.
Living in western society in this age, means allowing yourself to be subjected to a cosmos of mass media infiltrating our daily lives – thinly veiled ads that mark a new era of false advertising, attempting to sell us ‘happiness’ in the form of an inanimate object. I’ve become pretty skilled at avoiding the main … Continue reading My ‘Sloppy’ Reputation.
The longer I continue my education, both at university and in the ‘school of life’ the more aware I become of the inherent privileges I have been granted. The privileges I refer to here have nothing to do with financial wealth or material items. What I am referring to is the inherent privilege of existing … Continue reading Whose Story Counts?
I found myself recently – during one of my daily walks – in the old stomping ground of my abuser (as I write the word abuser I have to resist the ingrained urge to put inverted commas around it – because is he an abuser if he never really hit me, and he never really … Continue reading Who are my abusers?
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