Just an aussie girl with a story to tell.
I feel like an outcast. It all started with being a fish out of water as a South Aussie studying in glitzy Los Angeles. My female peers around me initially coyly flattered me, whether it was complimenting on my art or my outfits. When I tried to get to know them better, I would learn… Continue reading being an outcast
Vent. Don't care if people read this. It's hard to describe this feeling. A feeling that I am ugly and unlovable, even in all my efforts, I cannot escape it. I am indulging in this dark voice by writing about it however, I am also telling it to shut up. I went into the Adelaide… Continue reading Self loathing
Despite what social justice says, it's fine if you want to toss around the word 'crazy'. Batshit. Loony. Nutty. Insane. Those words are fine. The cringe-police will try to forbade the use of certain words, without fathoming that these worlds can be comforting and meaningful to us with lived experience. I speak for myself. I… Continue reading Stop using the word psychotic wrong👏
DDR has saved me. Red Gatorade saved me. Friends saved me. Dogs have saved me. What does all that mean? Well, I made this blog due to wanting a fresh start. https://youtu.be/-mqknIyPhBs Most of all, Susumu Hirasawa is saving me. I will explain how psychosis has affected me later, when the pain is far behind… Continue reading Digital healing