My words are my voice, and I want to be heard.
I am supposed to use this section to tell you what this site is all about, if I am completely honest, I am still not sure of that myself. So instead, I will tell you what I intend for this to become. I want this to be a place where we talk very openly and honestly about rather serious topics around hardships in life, such as chronic illness, depression, anxiety that I feel are not talked about enough, but also that are not talked about in a truly open way. I want to share my personal journey with some pretty big chronic illnesses and mental health issues and hopefully start to shed some brutal honestly on these topics. Ultimately, I want to this to become a place that I would have loved to have come across a couple of years ago. So with that, sit back, relax, and get ready to hear my rambling.
From antidepressants and abandonment issues to cystic fibrosis and day to day struggling.
Here is my my story. Open, honest and hopefully helpful.
We’re all struggling right now and sometimes you need a day to do nothing but cry. Giving yourself permission to pause, release and try reset.
Self harm. Something so common, yet so hidden. My attempt to open up the conversation and bring it out of the shadows.
The yearly email. Insight in to how the yearly email from my dad still has the power to floor me 11 years on
Snoop dog. A little insight in to why Snoop meant so much to me. And why his passing hit me hard.
Writing poetry has always been my escape. Thoughts and feelings I couldn’t say aloud.
Here is a document of my survival through poetry.
Written after receiving the final email from my dad, with his typical sign off that left me feeling despondent. 2017, age 22.
A quick note to remind those around me that the sadness I harbour will always be here. 2021, age 26.