Trauma can teach us that making decisions is dangerous. When the possible consequences are life-changing, how do we move?
On knowing what you want
How I’ve lost all of my friends in a year and couldn’t be happier
With school and work, we get used to hanging out with who we mesh with best. But when we change, is it fair to expect others to change too?
Self-care is often a very unbeautiful thing – Brianna Wiest
Self-care has become synonymous for personal downtime and treating ourselves unhealthily. The true meaning of self-care has evaded us.
Have you made yourself proud today?
Obviously we deserve to take it easy from time to time. It is possible to be unproductive and still make yourself proud! But are you sleeping easy tonight?
Grow on the go: my 7 favourite podcasts!
Since lockdown started, I have massively gotten into self-improvement podcasts. Here are a few of my favourites to get your journey started!
Night falls, I call #poem
And if I sing of home, I dream of mountains not yet climbed, I let the birds travel through my voice And twist my vocal chords into a nest Large enough to house a lonely traveller. And if I sing of hell, I point at shadows under my own bed, Climb the duvet to flatten... Continue Reading →
Mind’s seasoning #poem
To stay the same While leaves play dress up in the mind What a shame To choose cornfields over winter beach sanding What a waste When one is standing where no one can find.
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 →
Sand in my belly button #poem
Stretching my toes onto cold wooden floor My fingers undo whatever i wore Poking at buttons i got from a store My belly deletes all of your wars Sand without beach carried within Sadness only hides in my grin Screams carried in wind cannot begin Without first hiding in my delicate skin
Other guys #poem
red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won't leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile high til they match my eyesyou go on and i'll meet other guys
Reparent Your Soul 