Dissociation can make an ordinary room feel strangely distant. I may be sitting on the sofa in my home, hearing traffic outside and seeing the familiar shape…
There are words I can type more easily than I can speak. “Sexual assault” is one of them. “Trauma” is another. I can write about fear, dissociation, shame and…
Anxiety has never arrived as one neat, recognisable feeling for me. It can be a racing mind at 2 a.m., a tight chest before opening an email, or the sudden…
Feminism is often presented as a set of principles: challenge sexism, believe survivors, reject beauty standards, share care work, and make room for people…
I found the diary in a box beneath old school jumpers, its cover softened by years of being carried from bedroom to bedroom. The pages were crowded with…
Weight-loss conversations are often treated as harmless background noise. They appear in group chats, at family lunches, in podcasts, at work, and in the…
For years, bisexual people have watched mainstream screens and felt a quiet kind of invisibility. Shows that pride themselves on diverse casts often forget…
I open Instagram the way most people in Sydney open their front door after a long shift: tired, half-awake, hoping for something gentle. Within five scrolls I…
Your Moon sign is often used in astrology to describe the emotional habits that sit beneath your public personality. While the Sun sign speaks to identity and…
For years my mornings opened with a quiet, cutting monologue. The inner critic was already awake when I was, sorting through the things I had said the day…