Pages
These pages are taken directly from my journal – and in some cases the notes app on my phone, written in the quiet, in-between moments of motherhood, often while I was up dream feeding my baby boy.
They are raw and unedited, because they were never written to be read. They are a record of my journey back to self.
On these pages, I fell apart and put myself back together.
I won’t apologise for what you find here – my words, my thoughts, my opinions belonged to me in the moments they were written. I reserve the right to change my mind, as we all do when we grow.
When a Song Becomes a Trigger – and Then a Lifeline Again
Returning to the hospital with my child, and the song I once swore I’d never…
Deep Connections, Fearless Exploration and Little Mermaids
I must be a mermaid: Choosing depth over surface I’ve always had a thing for…
Subconscious Trading: Lessons from the NICU to Family Travel
I paced the NICU corridors, baby swaddled in one arm, trolley of cords and beeping…