It's another weekend at home and my husband and I are curled up on the couch watching television. I scroll through social media, staring at the laughing, happy photos. The people are all so shiny, completely oblivious to the way that someone with nefarious means could track their every movement out and home again.
For those not on social media, it’s a front seat at a window to a world you are not a part of.
I used to be like that. Living in an idealistic world. That was before a relative with paranoid schizophrenia had targeted and attacked me…
“We were so happy until we had children.”
I sat with another girlfriend at a cafe as she regaled the story of her painful separation. Our children played on the equipment in front of us, my husband chasing them, and I wished we could order something stronger than the coffee in front of us. The last 12 months had put relationships and parenthood in a pressure cooker. She went on.
“I know you wouldn’t understand,” she eyed me and swirled her coffee, getting ready to level me with the kicker, “You have a husband who actually wants to be a…
I was raised in a traditional family structure and my mum and aunts left me with one mandate: “Get out.”
They told us they loved their children and they loved staying home. Their truth was though that these women felt they had no voice and there was no societal value in anything they did.
I remember my mother telling me: “I raised my children but now they are grown, I have nothing.” They raised their children, but it was only recognized as a ‘labor of love’ not work.
There was no recognition for the hours they did. There was no…
A pervading sense of social isolation and loneliness has echoed throughout the world as we shut ourselves off from loved ones and our communities, all to tackle one major universal task: stop the spread of COVID-19 and keep our communities safe. Borders shut down, businesses closed their doors and the world stopped to hold its collective breath.
With little time to prepare for this social isolation and shutdown, governments and communities worked hard to prepare for the socioeconomic and health impacts of the COVID-19 (SARS-CoV-2) coronavirus pandemic.
We spent hours glued to television screens and clicking refresh buttons on news…
How much is your health worth? Its a big question that I have been asking myself lately.
I am not talking about dollars and cents. There is absolutely no doubt that the phrase ‘put your money where your mouth is’ is being put into practice worldwide. There is an entire industry dedicated to fitness and health that is steadily. In the U.S alone profits exceeded $96 billion in 2019.
While these statistics prove that we have been willing to lay out the cold hard cash to support our health there is one commodity that we are still not dedicating: our…
Content Warning: Visceral Descriptions of Abuse
I will never forget that night.
I was 3 years old. Pulled out of bed in what felt like the middle of the night. I was disoriented and foggy. Before I knew what was happening, I was smacked. Flogged is probably the right word for it.
“Tell us where it is.”
I shook my head. My mind was clear now. My father was talking about my mother’s wallet. She had already shouted at me about it before bed — now my father was home. I didn’t know where it was. I hadn’t taken it.
My life is pretty hectic. Two careers, three children under 6 years, social lives, scheduled activities, family time and the list goes on. Its a fine tuned balance and while I have an amazing partner and our life runs like clockwork (mostly) I know that cold, flu or sickness can set us back — a lot.
Our life has to keep going though. The world keeps turning. If it doesn’t things get hectic and it feels as if I will never catch up.
The slightest weather change has me begging that our immune systems hold. They don’t. Vomit and mucus…
November 2020. The last month that we received a reliable pay check. Since then, my partner and I have been living contract to contract. Hustle to hustle.
My partner has always been the reliable one of the two of us. He chose the reliable industry, got the reliable job, and was content to smile through the corporate politics on his way to the top. I have always been grateful for that.
He’s never understood the nature of my working contracts. Unreliable at best, flaky at worst. It's just the nature of the work that I do. I often think that…
And some handy tips to avoid the dangers and have baby gates work for you.
We moved into a 2.5 story townhouse when our daughter was almost one. The first thing we did was buy baby gates. We had stairs. Lots of stairs. It was a clean slide down the carpeted stairs from the living space to the tiled floor at the entry. An accident waiting to happen.
Little did we know that installing baby proofing in our home would show us the true nature of our children. …
I used to love the changing seasons. I love the warmer days and the colder nights. I love layers, jackets, and hats. The leaves change and the flowers sprout. Everything is changing, growing, evolving.
The love is now buried deep underneath a layer of snot, used tissues, and saliva.
Literally. Smeared on my shirt, wiped off my neck and I think it’s even in my hair. I desperately want a shower and to run a brush and a straight-iron through my hair. I don’t even know the location of my toiletry bag at the moment — I think I hid…
Australian. Writing on mental health, family, parenthood and self discovery. In Invisible Illness, Illumination, In Fitness and In Health and Modern Parent.