Rage. I’m fueled by it. I don’t really know where it came from, but I’ve probably been struggling with containing it for about a year now. Maybe longer. I feel like a volcano, guys. I have so much grief over my Dad, hurt from being bullied in every job I get posted to, upset by…
I sent and received this, guys: No apologies for scaring the shit out of me. The smiling face at the end especially pissed me off. This is funny to you, is it? I know. I should be relieved and I really should be thanking God but also… …WHAT THE FUCK?!? If I didn’t see the…
Am I getting fired?
I work in a very busy role on the “front desk” (it’s huge and spans across about 20 meters) for a Council in Perth. There are usually 3 of us here every day – myself, “Maria” and “Marie” (yes, confusing). Maria and Marie both work part time and I am the only full-time officer. It’s…
Releasing Dad’s ashes on Sunday.
First of all. NOPE. I’m not ready. I honestly don’t think I ever will be. Secondly, because Dad died overseas and then Covid made it impossible to fly to Mom or to fly her home – I feel as if my grief was somehow frozen in time. Since 4th June 2021, I’ve been able to…
JD. Calm down.
I’m going to rant to you on my blog because I don’t know who I can trust at work. Haha. I think when I’m unsure of who won’t pass gossip on, the best thing to do is NOT SAY ANYTHING. But I need to get stuff off my chest so here goes: I’m absolutely FED…
An update on the hammer 🔨
Well. Since I wrote to you yesterday, I’ve been on high alert. Holding my breath and bracing for the pain; I’ve clicked onto my Facebook messages and expected Matt’s profile to be gone – replaced with “add as friend?” because hes unfriended me or for Matt’s picture and name to be replaced with that God-awful…
I miss you, Dad.
Hey Dad, There’s so much to tell you and you’ve missed a lot since you’ve gone. Mom fell in the garden and a metal star-shaped spike with razor sharp edges (yeah, I don’t understand why it was there either) went through Mom’s hand. Kate rushed her to hospital and we all gathered around Mom to…
If he says “Let’s keep having sex, but no more kissing, ok?” It’s not ok. You have every right to feel hurt. And he is not the one for you.
My pain doesn’t feel big enough.
Doubt hasn’t just crept in, it’s made a grand entrance and moved in. Comfortable in its usual surroundings of my self hatred. Yes. I feel good here. Doubt says, smiling and stretching out, ready for a long visit. Tonight, I’m sitting on the sofa in my pyjamas and I’m worried that the trauma I’ve been…
For Catwoman ;)
Hey hey fellow bloggers, I posted a few days ago about my birthday celebrations and Kelly “Catwoman” showed such an interest in the “Mandurah Giants” that I took to Instagram to find photos of them all (these photos belong to others, not mine) so I could show them to her 🙂 The Artist who created…