I am a statistic. The dreaded 1 in 4. I had a miscarriage. It happened about six weeks ago. It was my first pregnancy. I was so unbelievably excited. The miscarriage came as a shock, as you would expect. Not only did I naively think it wouldn’t happen to me, on reflection, I really knew … More The world can fuck off because I had a miscarriage: and other things I’ve learnt after losing a baby.
A week ago I started reducing my medication. The decision to reduce was not made lightly. I have spent hours of time thinking about it (because, anxiety) and I’ve spent the same amount of time talking about it with my husband. I’m reducing not for a specific reason but because I’ve been feeling really great … More Today I climbed a mountain…
This week I did something I’ve never done before. My feet, which are generally planted within my comfort zone, decided to step outside of the fence. I went to an event by myself. Or as I like to say, I went on a hot date, with myself. This isn’t necessarily a story about anxiety, it’s … More All by myself
Has your anxiety about having anxiety ever made you feel anxious (yes, that’s a lot of anxiety in that sentence!) Let me explain a little clearer; have you ever experienced anxiety, calmed down eventually, and then felt anxious about potentially becoming anxious again? I have. In fact, this happens a lot nowadays. A few weeks … More When anxiety makes you anxious
For about the last three years, following decades of body-hate, I’ve embraced the body positivity movement, the notion of health at every size, and my body regardless of its size. In the last three years my weight has increased – I don’t know by how much as I don’t ever weigh myself – but I … More Body-shame and guilt can take a hike
Trigger warning: this post deals with death and suicide. I need to talk about death. Well, assisted dying laws to be more specific (also known as euthanasia, voluntary euthanasia, doctor assisted suicide). Following a recent announcement by the Victorian Government to legalise voluntary assisted dying for terminally ill people, I’ve read a spate of articles … More Dying with dignity
This is Lola. She is a three-year-old greyhound. Earlier this year she ran four races in Victoria. She didn’t place. Four races was enough for her trainer to decide she was no longer required for racing purposes. Luckily for her, the universe threw her a bone (pardon the pun), and she was placed into the … More Lola.
At about 2pm today I felt exhausted. So exhausted I could have curled up under my desk at work and had a George Costanza-style sneaky nap. But that wasn’t an option. And I was more concerned about why I was feeling so tired. I couldn’t figure it out. I’d had a relatively good night sleep, I’d eaten … More Therapy: exhausting, but necessary
Today is R U OK Day. Sadly, a lot of people who aren’t ok will be too sad, depressed, anxious, or ashamed to tell someone they’re not ok. They’ll put on a fake smile, nod and say ‘I’m fine’. They don’t want to shatter the misconceived illusion that as an adult, you’re supposed to have … More R U really OK?
I need to talk about the ‘C’ word. No, not that ‘C’ word, although I do like the idea of dedicating an entire blog post to my love of the word C U Next Tuesday. I need to talk about the word ‘cured’. More specifically I need to talk about the word cured and the … More The ‘C’ word