Skip to main content

who is this girl?

so who am I? This crazy girl that rants and raves, that talks about the depths of depression one minute and the great movie she saw the next... she is me, i am her. i am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a friend and a student. i am not afraid of getting old but i am afraid of thinking old. i am passionate, outspoken and opinionated but i will always try to see both sides of an argument. i am shy and get anxious when meeting new people. i always presume that when you meet me you won't like me so i sometimes avoid meeting new people (it's not you, it's me). i have trouble finishing what i start and i still have no idea what i want to be when i grow up.

i had the privilege of being born and raised on Larrakia country and i am now blessed to live on the lands of the Nyoongar Whadjuk people. i acknowledge these Traditional Owners of Country and the Traditional Owners of Country throughout Australia and recognises their continuing connection to land, waters and community. i also recognise the strength, resilience and capacity of all of Australia's First Peoples and I pay my respects to them and their cultures, and to elders past, present and emerging. 


things i love 

  • the hsp (husband shaped person)

  • my three amazing children + one quite ok almost son-in-law ;)

  • my nephews. they are everything good and lovely and wonderful.

  • my absolutely awesome family and friends

  • my two book clubs and my meetup group - all full of strong beautiful women who inspire me and light a joyous fire inside of me

  • my holy trinity. they get me through every workday and make my stomach hurt from laughing too much

  • potato chips

  • tea

  • bubbly water

  • reading books that help me see the world or myself in a new way

  • music. all the music.

  • films that help me escape, teach me something or move me 

  • using exclamation marks! and dots... and emoticons :P

  • the word awesome

  • tattoos

  • swearing

  • cheese!


things i am passionate about  

  • increasing awareness and acceptance of depression and mental health issues in general

  • the right for every child to feel safe and loved and to have access to the basics such as shelter, nourishment and education

  • teaching my children to love, trust and believe in themselves and giving them the support and love they need to make their own decisions and their own mistakes, to become their own people. 

  • teaching my children that how you treat people and having people that you love and that love you back is more important than what they own and how much money they have

  • heal equity and equality

  • cheese!


things i dislike intensely

  • vomiting

  • bad spelling and grammar (especially when i am the culprit)

  • people who are nasty for fun

  • people who are unwilling to see the world from anyone else’s perspective

  • hypocrites

  • parents who don’t allow their children the freedom to make mistakes

  • not getting to spend enough time with the people i adore

  • mansplaining

  • racism, misogyny, homophobia, misgendering, people who are blind to their privilege

  • any ideology taken to the extreme

  • not having any cheese!


things that irritate me

  • that, after all this time, i still can’t shave my legs without cutting myself at least once

  • that i never seem to be able to get the shower completely clean

  • people who think that jaffles and toasted sandwiches are the same thing

  • that guy, you know the one, yeah him

  • that some of the people i love most of all live on the other side of the country

  • people who think i am obsessed with cheese! ;)

Comments

Post a Comment

Thanks for taking the time to comment!

Popular posts from this blog

Week One... Or Should I Say Week Two Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Nine...

 That's how many weeks I have been alive (give or take a couple of days). Two thousand one hundred and seventy-nine. Yet here I am still fighting the same fights I have always fought. Self-image, self-acceptance, unrelenting standards, imposter syndrome.  Once again I find myself in a body that feels uncomfortable and unhealthy. It crept up on me slowly and suddenly all at the same time. I still barely eat any refined sugar. I turn down the lollies and cakes and doughnuts at work. It's not even a struggle, I no longer enjoy the way sugar makes my body feel. But my old nemesis, potato chips, remains undefeated. I eat potato chips to fill the emptiness in my soul. To feel as miserable physically as I do mentally or emotionally. To get comfort from an association with my childhood. It is the struggle I can't overcome. The war I can't win. So after months of trying on my own to no avail, months of the scales not budging, I have signed up for a healthy eating plan. I'm n
2 comments
Read more

World Domination and the Darkness

"Gee Brain, what do you want to do tonight?" "The same thing we do every night Pinky -  try to take over the world!" Two things are clear to me , I love that cartoon and Brain never suffered from depression. You see it's much easier to try to take over the world if you don't have to use every ounce of motivation and determination in your body to get out of bed each morning. If Brain had suffered from depression it is likely he may have given up his plan after the first failure. For even the smallest hurdle can, to a depressive, seem like an insurmountable barrier. Now don't get me wrong, there are lots of depressed people who have achieved all sorts of amazing things. World domination while depressed is not completely impossible its just a hell of a lot harder. Before people start accusing me of being a whiner and making excuses I would first ask those people a) do you currently have or have you ever depression? and b) can you shut your stupid
7 comments
Read more

Unsent Letter: Dear Broken Little Girl

Dear Broken Little Girl You've got the world fooled. With your masks and your costumes. With the illusion you have created. I'm not fooled anymore, I see who you truly are. I see the little girl terrified of revealing any weakness or cracks. The little girl who uses people for what they can do for her and then casts them aside until she needs them once more. I used to look at you and think you were so much more than me, that I was so much less. Now I realise that you will never be as much as me. Not until you are willing to be wrong, to be imperfect, to be fragile and vulnerable and human. Anybody can do what you do, yet you doubt my ability. You think you are so grown up and in control, but you're not. Everything you stand against, you have been. Everything you fight for, you've never endured. You are an empty shadow trying to fill yourself up at the expense of others. You once told me that I should learn to put myself first and say no. Well I've learnt. I
Post a Comment
Read more