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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! ;)

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