Could you be just as disappointed in… you know… my abuser?!

*trying to write this a second time - because the words aren't coming out properly* My brother is getting married. Which is delightful. He has been with his girlfriend for probably almost 8 or 9 years now. They have always been together, and whenever I see them, it's together. She reminds me of a female … Continue reading Could you be just as disappointed in… you know… my abuser?!

Welcome

Welcome to my blog! I am so excited to share my creation and inner processing with you ❤   Where to start? Firstly, I have two blogs. Galaxy Girl is my main blog - with the most history and diverse rants. Topics include my experiences, processing and evolving thoughts on... my miscarriage grief and trying … Continue reading Welcome

Sunday thoughts, and saving the world

I feel this massive, irrational and unexplainably urgent urge to complete change the whole system. I get frustrated when I haven't accomplished... like... world peace... by 4pm on a Sunday. Like, I don't think the world is working how it is. I think there is SO much pain. And so much devastation. I imagine it as if the … Continue reading Sunday thoughts, and saving the world

I am under no obligation to make sense to you

Please don't get me wrong. I love that you are here. I am excited, and I invite you to witness and engage as you feel so drawn to do. But I am drawing the line at what is my responsibility, and what is yours. My intention This blog is about owning and honouring myself. Deeply and … Continue reading I am under no obligation to make sense to you

My baby, and your baby’s funeral. 

My niece (cousin), my gorgeous, innocent, angelic, 9 year old niece, is taking her last​breaths. And it is that once in a life time thing that you wish you never experience. You hope you never understand this. Because this is paradigm shifting. In what world is it fair, or even just ok for a lively, … Continue reading My baby, and your baby’s funeral. 

What would I say to me?

Keep breathing. That's what I would say. One breath at a time.  And then, rather incessantly... It's okay, I'm okay, Baby is okay. It's okay, I'm okay, Baby is okay. It's okay, I'm okay, Baby is okay.  I have a baby. I am pregnant. At least according to the non-existent period, and the 6 different pregnancy tests. … Continue reading What would I say to me?