Musings
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From August 2025 to January 2026, the author reflects on their emotional journey through a series of hopeful yet painful experiences. They recount the shattered expectations surrounding family reunions, particularly after their mother’s health crisis, resulting in feelings of isolation and regret. The narrative emphasises the need to reconnect with lost childhood aspirations for justice… Read more
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The content is a series of introspective thoughts shared by the author during a five-month blogging hiatus. It captures feelings of worthlessness, disconnection, and a yearning for validation. Through personal memories and experiences, the author reflects on their relationships and emotional fragility, grappling with their past interactions and ongoing struggles with self-worth. Read more
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After a five-month hiatus from posting, the author reflects on their struggles with ADHD, trauma, and mental health. Despite feeling overwhelmed, they communicated with themselves through WhatsApp. They recognise the importance of self-compassion while understanding the toxic dynamics around them. Now, they aim to share their journey through retrospective writings. Read more
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Of course, it’s not the word fuck; that would be too obvious wouldn’t it? I’m writing this from inside the wound and I don’t care how it sounds. I’ve been pre-occupied about revenge justice and forgiveness, although I think justice (in my opinion) is simply a euphemism and also a synonym, for revenge. Same difference, Read more
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It’s common knowledge that if you need mental health support of any kind NOT to go to anyone you know – it’s too close for comfort. I admit, I went against that tenet and had a session of hypnotherapy back in April 2024, two month after I’d had the punch in the gut and kick Read more
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Until last week, I’d had a five week hiatus from from therapy – or should I say counselling (same difference really). Quite a gap considering I started off with weekly sessions and in some instances, I recall having two sessions in one week when my emotions were boiling over, feeling seriously messed up and dysregulated. Read more
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I’ve been wondering lately: is there a gift in my childhood trauma? Is there something beautiful in the bad, some sort of meaning that I need to find? Is there something to learn from my painful experiences to help me live differently, to mould and shape my life and make better choices? The questions arose Read more
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I’m wondering if anything has really changed or healed since I started this memoir a year ago….whether the little girl in me is unfrozen from time and released from the anguish she’s been trapped in for decades. I pondered last year when I started the blog: ‘I wonder where I’ll be a year from now”, Read more
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Being too much in your logic and left brain curtails and even kills the healing process. I know this at first hand because of what I experienced recently, coming through the other side of a major onslaught of paperwork linked to an ugly legal battle I was egregiously forced into. It was the absolute antithesis Read more
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A lot of people call themselves “big kids” don’t they? “I’m just a big kid”. I said it last night to someone at a new yoga-type class I went to. Big kid is a euphemism for adult child. Imagine saying that “yeah, I’m an adult child”. Doesn’t sound so cool does it? How many other Read more