So yeah, I’m older

Somewhere in the last few weeks I managed to move up the age scale to 42. Fourty-fuckin-two. Now, I’m someone who tries to promote body positivity and age positivity should go hand-in-hand with it, but for myself these rules of engagement don’t apply. Is it a bi-product of mental illness and low self esteem? Maybe.Continue reading “So yeah, I’m older”

Introducing the COPE Campaign!

I’ve made the decision to evolve my existing Creative Coping Strategies campaign and rename it to the COPE Campaign, which stands for Creativity Opposing Painful Existence. The reason was mainly because I felt creativity can support ANY pain, not just the turmoil and stress that exists in our heads. In recent months, although I’ve beenContinue reading “Introducing the COPE Campaign!”

Goodbye 2022, Hello 2023

What a frigging year. I remember, 12 months ago, sitting in this same spot at about the same time thinking about the possibilities ahead. From my achievements in my degree to writing and illustration, I’ve definitely managed things I had no idea I could. At the start of the year I became the Creative VolunteerContinue reading “Goodbye 2022, Hello 2023”

New pages, new direction…

I’ve been keeping busy lately, mostly as a woman being propped up by multiple opioids in order to manage my pain. That makes it even more difficult for me to write – I’m either crying because of the stiffness in my pelvis or sleepy beyond belief because morphine and codiene combined make a one wayContinue reading “New pages, new direction…”

41

I’ve thought long and hard about the contents and the title for this post, and there’s only one woman who I want immoraltalised on this site at the very beginning of this rambling moment… Adele. So, in her honour (as a nod of thanks for the many tears the album ‘30’ has encouraged since it’sContinue reading “41”