Reflections on lived experiences —
the seeds beneath myth and echo.
-
Relapsing
Even when I do all the right things, when I set and maintain the boundaries I know I need, I can still slip. I slip because I wanted them to love me. Because I relive old wounds, time and again — wanting to be chosen, wanting to be loved, wanting to be seen. This time,…
-
Standing Inside the Boundary
Boundaries are heavy things when you love someone. It is so hard when you actively feel their pain
-
Pain as a cloaking mantle
Sometimes we wear our pain like a mantle — a heavy, familiar cloak that hides us from the world and even from ourselves. To prove our worth, or our low worth. Unsure what we are without it, scared it’s nothing, empty.
-
Transmutation isn’t pretty
Transmutation isn’t just mystical notion. It’s the work of shifting your own energy when everything around you is trying to destabilise it.
-
Spiralling to the centre
I’m bored of toxic positivity. That’s not truth. It’s lip service to a superficial spirituality. There is light. There is dark. I’m reaching for the balance between them
-
Journey through the ashfall with me
Fly with me through the rambling machinations of my mind and soul. Rising out of self-doubt, low self-worth, and the fear of being seen for your soul — when all you’ve ever wanted is to be seen — is hard. It’s not all love & light, it’s facing your shadows & soul. Then choosing to…