The Sofa Revolution

Maybe, in my own small way I'm leading a rebellion. From my living room. Rebelling against the beliefs that kept me sick, trapped, and suffering my whole life. Rebelling against my illness telling me differently. A middle finger in the air to the toxic "rest is for the weak" messages. Maybe there's a good reason it's uncomfortable.

I define me

Hi everyone! Ages ago I mentioned that I became an an ambassador for Project I Define Me but I haven't spoken about it since. So here's my shameless little plug - featuring a silly photo I took with self timer on my camera... that is definitely not my favourite. I'm not selling anything I promise! [...]

I didn’t know it at the time, but this is why I stuck around. To feel the warmth of the setting sun bathe my skin. To drive home from dinner with a great friend with the windows down, a stomach full of spinach dip, and a heart full of love. Not to know where the [...]

I don't know that I'll ever be fully satisfied with what I write. I also don't know that it's important for why I write in the first place. I might not always love the end product, or think everyone else will too, but the process of putting words to what's going on often helps. This [...]

Don’t leave a trace Don’t want any crumbs Like we don’t want any more holes in the wall. Chew quietly, But the right things, But not too much. Don’t walk on your heels, Your presence is too loud. we don’t want drinking So that means no cutlery clinking. We don’t want lies, So no speaking. [...]