The boundary to what we can accept, is the boundary to our freedom – Tara Brach
My nervous system is on high alert quite a bit, often stuck in the sympathetic state (fight, flight,…
Would society really crumble without lies?
Self-shot. Canon 6D. I forget the settings. Can’t lie, this is one of my favourite [naked] pictures of me. I shot it on 23rd March 2023 in the height of my self-loathing when, like all ‘worth junkies’, I needed external…
For all the times I have abandoned myself. All the times I’ve abandoned them; it might be easier to count the times they’ve felt seen by me. I manage a regurgitated echo of their pain and it leaves my throat…
Composition I notice a lot of self judgment. My ‘Perfectionist’ swiftly assures me they are there and stepping up. “You’re not doing it right”. “You’re going to fail the assignment”. I see the lines I draw but they are tainted…
I feel you. I try to let go and realise I’m not holding on. And I wonder why you’re still with me. I’ve never known a person so deeply entwined. I loved you so much. Lingering like a ghost. We…
I wrote this 6th October 2020. The water reflects a monsterUgly and brokenArmoured skin too old to hold the scarsA mind trapped, tumultuously, behind barsScratch the surface, maybe I’ll see the light you seeBut to me I’ll just beWasting my…
Has it really been that long since I posted last? So much has happened… The past 9 months have kicked my arse. I ended up losing myself completely in my most recent monogamous relationship and nearly drowning in an ocean…
I slowly surface from the depths of slumber and I’m greeted by a bright, playful sunlight. It strokes my skin and warms my yawning heart. Today feels like a good day. I slowly turn and feel the heat turn to…
I stand at the precipice of war with a rusted armour too fragile to protect; it causes more pain than protection. But fight I must. The battle has started and bravery is required, else I remain within the towers of…
Programmed to the beat of your heart; it is my marching sound. I try and break free, to breathe my own air, to sit within the void, but the stillness suffocates my lungs. Fear. Loneliness. Trauma. Denial. Avoidance. Worth. All…
I can’t discern my tears from the droplets of rain cascading down my cheeks; both are warmed by the June sun rising behind the cityscape through my drenched lashes. My soul screams for life. At the top of its lungs…