Who owns you?

We all question ourselves. We all have doubts as much as we have hopes and dreams. Sometimes the question is as simple as 'what shall I wear?' Or it can be a little more complex, with questions like "am I ready to apply for that job?" Trauma and products of (ex anxiety) can make answering…

My skin itches

My skin sometimes itches. Seemingly from nowhere and for no apparent reason. I claw and claw until my skin is pink and tingly but still it itches. I twist my body like a rope trying to reach all the places where I itch and my organs feel crushed under the contortion and yet I cannot…

*trigger warning* rape

We live in a world where the words 'rape culture' are seen frequently within social media platforms and for some it seems like some radical feminist related jargon but for some of us it's a harsh reality. I am experiencing first hand. Just yesterday I was victim to it. This is not the first time,…

I am a tiny city of immigrants (a morning journal)

Parts of me feel unreal or like they are simmering out of my existence. It's like I am losing little fragments of who I am. I grasp at them through the hazy cloud but I grab nothing but empty space, leaving me to question whether I was ever there at all or if I am…

The return of the morning journals

So I'm back to writing the morning journals again. Good! I deserve to express myself and write down my feelings without fear of what the world thinks because one shitty doctor took advantage of my trust. It has helped me to heal myself and understand my confusing thoughts. Many revelations come from this process. I…

Routine and realisations (The morning journals)

I had a good thing going for myself when I moved into my new home. Despite all the stress I had managed to get into a small routine and install some hope into my heart for my future and then Dr Kershaw happened. We take for granted the little things like writing on our blog…

Gratitude and God (The morning journals)

Every morning I go to my meditation space, or sometimes I stay in bed, and I pray. I'm so vulnerably human when I pray. I always start by giving a basic thanks and then I ramble relentlessly about how stressed I am and about how much I need things to change without any further effort…