"I get knocked down, but I get up again"

“Do you need any money?” I messaged Kate, worrying as she only just got a new job, Jay isn’t earning a lot, and children are expensive. “Um thank you, but my Uncle has us covered” Kate messaged back. I gave a sigh of relief. “But um…if Jay asks for money,…

For 7 long, cold, hard years, my brother has refused to acknowledge my existence. He hasn’t responded to any texts, calls or attempts to reach out – no matter how gently I tried or how often. After the grief, after the pain, when the smoke had settled and the bullet…

Troy and I…we did everything together. If you knew me, then you knew him. We were inseparable. Now, I’m sitting on my bed crying and wondering how to survive this night. I tried drinking for the first time tonight. I’m not good at it. 1 and a half beers in,…

My best friend Troy, a beloved friend who’d been in my life for 30 years died unexpectedly on September 6th last year. As this year draws closer to that date, I’m falling apart more and more. Grief is a tricky thing because it has so many forms (sadness, anger, loss,…

Lol. The internet. Do you remember when it first came out and “chat rooms” were all the rage? I don’t know if you had it where you’re from, but in Australia – the “ICQ” chat site was the biggest thing to hit the lives of myself and my mates. At…

Hey fam, Ughhh life’s been HECTIC lately – I haven’t had time to stop in the last few weeks. My writing job at the Government agency for Transport has been taking everything I’ve got. I don’t know why – but whoever is the “Comms Officer” (my role) is responsible to…

My husband is the best person I know. He’s also a thinker. He’s very quietly spoken but when he does speak, it’s meaningful. In the rare occasion when he raises his voice, people stop to listen and changes are made – it’s that powerful. Last night, I was miserable. I’m…

When I think about my first marriage and how it fell apart, I see it happening over years. Not days or hours. It happened slowly. I look back through memories of my first marriage and I see it happening in little things at first…not returning calls, not touching, not caring, …

When I was 5, I heard my parents talk candidly to each other about giving me away. I’d woken from a bad dream and was going to my parents room to ask if someone would cuddle me until I felt better. It seemed a pretty good plan at the time.…