From the Journal
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.
A life so large it can’t be lived, let alone loved
Some days it feels like my life is so large it can’t be lived, let…
Tears in my Coffee
This one comes to you from the toilet cubicle at the beach cafe. I’ve been…
My Heart
Any parent who has spent an extended amount of time in The Heart Centre for…
When a Song Becomes a Trigger – and Then a Lifeline Again
It’s like a nightmare I’ve had many times before. I know what happens next. We…
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…
