We all go through painful situations in life – it’s an inevitable part of the journey of living. But suffering is a human condition + one that we do to ourselves. We obsessively think about things that happened in our past, that we did or were done to us. 🤯 We overthink all the things we believe are going wrong in our lives. By doing so, we forget how magnificent our life really is.…
I’m sorry for all those times I never let you speak your mind and stand up for yourself. I forgive you, I love you. 🥺 I’m sorry for all those relationships I tried to make work when they didn’t deserve it. I forgive you, I love you. 🥹 I’m sorry for taking years longer to move to Australia because you let yourself be held back by him. I forgive you, I love you. …
Last week I was chatting with a friend who is on a break from her boyfriend. She was having a hard time dealing with it and was wanting to heal her pain, so I explained a process to her that I’ve found really helpful in the past. It’s called ho’oponopono and it’s a Hawaiian mantra for reparation, healing and forgiveness. The process is really simple ~ you bring to mind a certain situation or memory…
I spent a good chunk of my life between my mid twenties to my late thirties in unhealthy codependent relationships. A codependent relationship is a love addiction where we seek to prove our worth by helping people with broken wings💔 We’re drawn to addicts and under-functioners who’ll depend on us emotionally, financially or in some other way. We also have a tendency to attract very narcissistic and abusive people who have a lot of shit…
This is me, Thursday night just gone, in massive pain and laying on hot water bottles. I’ve had chronic pain for about the last nine or ten years after I wrote off my motorbike and landed on my head. Didn’t know for the first seven years that it was a bulging disc in my neck causing issues as my main symptom was neck and shoulder pain. Started getting a mad headache on Wednesday which by…
I look happy in this picture, right? This was me in September 2010, the month before I moved from London to Australia. I was in Ibiza, with my brother, and it was definitely a happier week than I’d had, but I was still a shell of my former self. I’d had a hell of a year – actually a hell of a few years leading up to that holiday. I’d lost close friends to…