Being grateful to our parents has nothing to do with the fact we crave their approval to an unhealthy degree. Are you scared of their rejection? Continue reading Why you NEED a break from your parents
Newsflash: suffering is inevitable. Even the holiest of monks and bravest of warriors experience heartbreak like the rest of us. Continue reading Why be curious of our suffering?
Trauma leaves us numb and foreign to our body, and there is no healing without coming home to it. Continue reading How working with your felt sense will save your life
‘It doesn’t matter what I say!’ I finally realised after years of living with a narcissist.
‘No matter what I do, I get attacked for it!’ Continue reading Grey rock method: How to rid yourself of narcissists
It’s like my soul has these gorgeous church windows, but I can’t see the colours. By being introspective about my resentments, I’m wiping them one by one. Continue reading Our flaws are superpowers yet not controlled
I spend a long time believing that pity was love. Continue reading The Ultimate Secret to Leaving Your Abusers
It was a sunny Sunday morning, and I was walking to a busy cafe to tell my parents about my childhood abuse.
I had a month to prepare for this moment, if not a lifetime. Continue reading The truth revealed to my childhood abusers – their response?
I started this blog because my friend told me hers helped her gather her thoughts. I wrote about philosophy, filmmaking, poetry and most of all, childhood trauma. But what do I want to say in my writing?The more I wrote, … Continue reading NAME CHANGE: Dingbatcrazy to Reparent your soul
Oh the irony of parents blaming their children for their outbursts! Unresolved suffering gets passed down in intergenerational trauma and manifests itself in mental health issues, addiction and unhealthy behavioural patterns. Continue reading Parenting problems? How to heal intergenerational trauma
I was watching a mother-daughter duo on the tube today, how carefully the mum would adjust her daughter’s woollen hat, and started welling up with tears. She was clutching her little one’s hand tightly even sat down, as if she … Continue reading I’m so terrified of being a bad mother, I’d rather not be a mum at all sometimes