trauma
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These are my diarised series of ‘thought notes’ that I Whatsapp’d to myself from August 2025 -January 2026, (a blogging hiatus lasting 5 months). Sometimes a one liner. Sometimes an essay. All raw, unabated truth. Any similiarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental… 10 September 2025 I had a dream last night that Read more
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I actually sat down to write something else but it seems from those words, this one began to emerge organically as an off shoot and spontaneously, gained a momentum of its own. I often write like this when a feeling tugs at me and begs for my undivided attention. It’s the inner child in me Read more
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These are my diarised series of ‘thought notes’ that I Whatsapp’d to myself from August 2025 -January 2026, (a blogging hiatus lasting 5 months). Sometimes a one liner. Sometimes an essay. All raw, unabated truth. Any similiarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental… 29 August 2026 Been feeling distrustful and unsupported which has Read more
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This collection of ‘thought notes’ chronicles the author’s personal reflections shared via WhatsApp from August 2025 to January 2026, during a five-month blogging break. It includes varied entries ranging from essays to brief statements, expressing raw truths about healing and the complexities of emotional struggles. 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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(continued from part 1) After the unholy trinity left, Mum and I were alone and the hunted. Completely cut off and ostracised by any family we had, (she was the divorced black sheep of the family), I learned that I had to keep my sword drawn and be on guard 24/7, chronic anxiety alarming me Read more
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I know I had a “Babadook” living in me for a very long time… (and it’s taken me weeks to try and write this post which is siginificant in itself). It’s just too huge a subject in my life. No, I never coined the phrase ‘Babadook’. It’s a movie I was drawn to watch about Read more
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I feel like crying. I’m conscious of the fact that I haven’t written in 3 weeks not because I didn’t want to, but I just can’t seem to. Yes I’ve been away for 9 days in between (which is a valid ‘excuse’) but after writing my previous post where I candidly expressed how my pain 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