I have a rule - one that's been firmly in place ever since I decided I wanted to write, no matter what, no matter how, no matter what anyone said, one I've repeated over and over, regardless of whether I'm believed or not: I rarely, if ever, publish anything that is currently affecting me. I … Continue reading You Vol #1
I've written more times than I can count about how depression is an all-consuming black hole that does nothing but tear, rip and eat, indifferent to the prey it devours. My PTSD symptoms make me want to avoid places and people that pose triggers - and I don't even know all of my triggers yet. Honestly. … Continue reading #ButDon’tYouWantToGetBetter: Your Contempt Makes It Harder To Want To Get Better
You know how you’ve seen all those stereotypes in movies and TV shows – everything from that ridiculous Everybody Loves Raymond show to the more aptly titled Monster-In-Law – how, no matter what the woman does, the mother-in-law hates her daughter-in-law – even if her daughter-in-law is the very definition of perfect? Yeah, well, it … Continue reading Broken Shards of a Shattered Dream: This Ain’t A Fairy Tale Vol #9
Okay, so the last entry left you with my secret of my husband’s infidelity, and I touched on how I felt. But what about some of the ‘lead up’ to my discovery? (Note: There is a huge discrepancy as to when he cheated and when I actually found out, so the events ‘leading up’ can’t … Continue reading Sex, Marriage & Lies: Be Kind, Rewind
When I started The Friendship Breakup series, it was because I struggled to find anything to help me move on from a few broken friendships. What I learnt while writing the series, incredibly quickly, was that everyone had the same story – and the amount of women who wrote to me, heartbroken, telling me that … Continue reading Sex, Marriage and Lies: The Affair
To be honest, this is a question friends closer to me usually ask, not random strangers on the internet, but I think it’s important message about forgiveness, and explaining what and why in such a situation. We’ll name the three A, B, and C, to make it easier - the story isn't about who they … Continue reading The Friendship Breakup: Why Could You Forgive One Friend, But Not All?
My earliest memory of anything sexually inappropriate begins at the age of twelve. It's possible something may have happened earlier, but I doubt it. Regardless, I have no recollection. When I was twelve, my parents had a very large party. It lasted three days. If that sounds strange to you, this is Australia. We have … Continue reading When I Was Twelve