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… 2 October 2025 I just seem to be attracting fights 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… 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 (it’s the same difference). To be honest I couldn’t afford to pay for it with not earning regular money and ducking and diving from corporate behemoths to avoid bill paying. Quite a gap considering I started off Read more
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(continued from part 1) After the unholy trinity left, Mum and I were alone, isolated and the hunted. Completely cut off and ostracised by any family we had, (she was the divorced black sheep of the family and we literally had no support for anywhere- no hyperbole), under duress I learned that I had to Read more
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I’m not sure when I actually left my body – whether it was the racially abused 7 year old or the abruptly abandoned, devastated and heart-broken 14 year old living in fear. All I know is that somewhere along the line, I’d abandoned myself completely. From 14 onwards, I was emotionally and spiritually broken and Read more
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I feel like crying. I’m so conscious of the fact that I haven’t written in three weeks, not because I didn’t want to, but I just couldn’t, feeling completely crippled with the inability to express myself. I hate it when I can’t write. I do have a partial excuse though for the three week hiatus: 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