They say boundaries are a sign we care about the other, because we chose to be tough instead of abandon the relationship. So what if someone doesn't respect them?
Boundaries don’t exist if there are no consequences
Feeling lonely surrounded by friends
It's a strange time to feel lonely with lockdown easing. And yet, my heart aches for connection and validation.
Happiness is dangerous (or £100 flower pots)
We know that desire is insidious, and that inner happiness doesn't come from things. But does desire ever make us happy, or just not unhappy?
Surviving the holidays with your family
Do you feel stuck between loving and hating the people you’re self-isolating with? Anger and resentment are natural emotions, now more than ever.
And then I said no
This week, while dealing with loss and guilt, self-care took on a different form for me. A tattoo that was waiting to be finished had to make way for me to get some sleep.
Love and guilt are neighbours in me.
Is it bad that I cannot distinguish them? I grew up with them being interchangeable. I think myself in love but really, I feel too guilty to leave them.
Conquering my void inside with awe-inspiring confessions
'How to deal with the void inside/ the need to run away'.My friend crumbled up the note I wrote for our topic meeting today. I held my breath.The room was small today, the bad weather keeping away everyone but the regulars.I didn't mind, I needed to hear from people who had been travelling this road... Continue Reading →
Judge people by how they act to people apologising to them
“A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.” - Dave Barry I am a stubborn gal. Blame it on me being a taurus, but I hold grudges. Treat me badly and show the slightest tint of remorse, and we're good. But refuse to acknowledge my pain, and we're pretty... Continue Reading →
We Are Both: Parenting and Apocalypse Now
Show me someone not terrified of becoming their parents. The only way most people learn to cope with their childhoods is to vilify their parents, in a childlike 'I-wasn't-given-what-I-am-owed' kind of way. Reparenting yourself often becomes a race against time to break the cycle, process your pain and heal your family - before you start... Continue Reading →
The body is a portal-cage #poem
The body is a tribe And i a loyal follower Let's worship our elders So to tease our children The body is a portal-cage And i a little bird Lay me out some nuts So i may grow some This body is all mine And i its humble shadow Lie and we'll know it So... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 