Tag: mentalhealth
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to age is a privilege, not a punishment
Ever hear a word in a sentence that jumps out at you and initiates a tangent into deeper thinking about life? When I heard the word privilege recently, something resonated in my soul. Something deep down sparked inside me, and it got me thinking. What does it that word really and truly mean? I guess…
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metamorphosis
Where and how do I begin to express where/what/how/who I have become. I have journeyed on a long, tedious expedition these last two years. I took a sabbatical from teaching due to suffering from severe burnout and the health effects that come with it. I spent term 2, 3 and part of 4 recovering in…
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how to improve your journey through life? learn!
The endless journey of learning about myself has been littered with so many revelations. Most of them are lightbulb moments of ‘whaaaaaaaat!!!’ whilst others are just like a sucker punch to the gut which both scenarios have left me in a state of flummox. My parents and their generation, most of them anyway, were not…
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discarded
When my kids were little, they were obsessed with their Tamagotchi. They loved the fact they had to care for, feed, change and nap a digital entity or it would die. So much so that whilst I was attending university, I had to take them during the day while they were at school, and look…
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roadmap
Back in the 80’s and 90’s, to navigate your way around we had a Refidex or Street Directory. Most Queenslanders called it either Reffo or Gregories. In my case, we said Reffo. It was not an easy feat to navigate your way around; all this was pre-internet and pre-google maps. Not all maps were sequential…
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critic
Mate. Lemme tell you that lately my inner critic has been so nasty, unsupportive and downright negative. Constantly shovelling verbal abuse down my throat with each waking moment and at times, during the night when I get up to pee. Silent images and thoughts that continue to barrage my subconscious into submission has been exhausting…
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shame
In 1989, there was this song by Johnny Diesel and The Injectors called Crying Shame. It’s a catchy tune sung with a twangy throaty Aussie drawl coupled with simple lyrics and a repetitive chorus. The song depicts how he struggles with a mistake that only he can blame himself for. No one else to blame,…
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exercise
To me, the word exercise conjures up men jogging in sweat soaked singlets and short shorts; you know the kind with built in undies that don’t quite cover their meat and two veg. It also sparks a memory of Jane Fonda workout videos that were meticulously followed by lycra-clad thighs and a one piece leotard…
the happy cactus 