Accepting the unacceptable

Surviving childhood abuse means living the unliveable, forgiving the unforgivable and accepting the unacceptable. I’ve been struggling since last week after receiving some toxic messages from my uncle implying that I was somehow responsible for my mum’s depression, high-blood pressure and general misery. That I had ripped the family apart by my disclosure that my…

Remember who you are

Lately I find myself consciously and deliberately reminding myself who I am and I thought this post might be useful for others too. Useful when we might feel less than ourselves. Moments when we forget . Forget our true essence and how very far we have come. This journey called life is filled with bumps…

Clueless!

I woke up this morning to a world blanketed in snow. The cars and pathways looked like a baker in the sky had sprinkled icing sugar on everything, even the rubbish bins looked beautiful. The layer of snow muffled the everyday noises. Weather likes this makes me turn inward. I found so much there today.…