This entry is by no means intended to judge, make assumptions about or presume to understand other people or their motivations for using social media to high levels. We all have different reasons for doing the things we do, and I can only speak for myself. So please do not see this as an attack … Continue reading I HOPE THIS TIME IT STICKS
Here's one thing we need to stop doing: blaming other people and things for our emotional states. Sure, I too have been known to say, figuratively, that something outside me has made me really angry or sad. But it's actually believing this that is the problem, and it's a problem because unless we own and … Continue reading YOU CANNOT HURT ME
It's no secret that I've spent a lot of my life riding an emotional rollercoaster. I can't place my finger on exactly why, and maybe it's a culmination of things or nothing specific at all, but ever since the fuck it switch got set to ON in my head the other day, it's stayed there. … Continue reading FUCK IT, UNLESS IT’S A TREE.
So in keeping with my new found fuck it attitude, time to embrace one of my all time favourite subjects ever: sex. Yes I enjoy sex, but this isn't the only aspect about it that I am fascinated by. I am fascinated by all of it. What arouses different people and why. Fetishes. Perversions. Why … Continue reading ON SEX. AGAIN.
I'm unsure what has come over me today, but it's a good thing, I think. The short version is that I've learnt to say fuck it and mean it. But of course there is a lot more to it than that, and I don't want it construed in any negative sense. I don't mean to … Continue reading FUCK IT
I’m 35 years old. I can’t remember living without a mental health illness of some sort crippling my life. As a child, anxiety manifested itself into anorexia, and in turn OCD, and in turn profound depression. I have battled my way through addiction, low self-esteem, social anxiety, general anxiety, that overwhelming sense of doom that … Continue reading ON POSTNATAL DEPRESSION
I'm unsure just how long Twitter has been on the scene, but my guess is approximately a decade. In that time, I never once considered signing up under the mistaken belief that it was nothing more than a platform for famous people to air their thoughts in 140 characters, and for lesser mortals to follow … Continue reading MY TWITTER ARC OF INSANITY