If all I can do is try, when may I stop? When does this specific brand of suffering slow down and give way to a new brand? I don’t mean to be like this, but escape is futile. For you I try, for you, I do more than I think…

Please words retrospect me with some guidance — The grammarians could have a wild dopamine feast correcting my subpar grammar and average punctuation. The literary gatekeepers would chuckle pityingly at my frustratingly literal telling … not showing. I love the way a great sentence gives me shivers. Or when a well-rounded character feels like my closest friend. I…

Obsession over details and winging it stops progress — A couple of years ago I tried to put myself out there, I registered my business name as a sole trader and diligently started tracking my income and liabilities. I thoroughly researched and then bought a domain. The ‘plan’ was to be a freelance creator. Primarily taking writing clients. A…

My Dad would’ve been 70 today and my rat is in her last days That’s a compound sentence if I ever saw one. Compounded grief. Or is it a complex sentence? Complex grief? I can’t tell since I’m doing awfully with my grammar/creative writing subject. 🤷‍♀️ Today it’s tough to concentrate on verbal phrases and sentence type when my pet rats life dims. Pepper…

Liberation hurts like an elephant kick to the tit 🐘 — The floodgates have shattered, they won’t be fixed, instead, soon the flow will slow. The water will cease once I let go of this grief. ✌️ I lay awake buzzing beside my peaceful snoozing daughter as it dawns on me. I cannot call to mind a solid time period in the…

My new year this moment is but a noisy Summer night — The little tomatoes are allegedly past their best before the box tells me as the tangy, moreish seeds explode to surround my teeth. Nope, still Marvellous, juicy, and red, tomato box, you’re off. The fan is still on two, the afternoon was stickily humid, but at midnight not so much. …

Goodbye to all the junk weighing me down — Lately, I haven’t been writing (publicly). Why? For a minute there I had two jobs, one university unit, and of course my two rad daughters to care for. Long story short things were great, I was adding to our income/savings — then impressively burnt myself out… over the space of…

I’ll never be enough and that’s a load off — Here I was being given opposite instructions from two superiors at work. One getting increasingly shitty at me. At that moment I remember feeling not angry, not frustrated like you might expect but awash with boredom. Intensely bored with the whole situation. …

Healing with severe mental illness with someone who thinks I’m making excuses — It’s not like I’m depending on my partner to understand my mental stability. I mean, I don’t get it most days. I’m not asking him to read all the things, I gave up on that years ago. He says he doesn’t need to read ‘that stuff’. Why? because he wants…