There is a particular kind of fear that arrives when a rabbit stops eating, sits unusually still, or turns away from a favourite treat. Their bodies are small,β¦
The phrase "mad woman" has been doing heavy lifting in our collective imagination for centuries. Long before social media turned every emotional outburst intoβ¦
Hosting a podcast can feel intimate, purposeful and surprisingly exposing. A microphone invites honesty, yet the act of speaking publicly about feminism,β¦
Sitting at my kitchen table in Melbourne with a flat white going cold beside me, I tried to write a letter to the girl I was at seventeen. She measured herβ¦
Anxiety doesn't wait for a convenient moment. It crashes through like a southerly buster rolling up the coast of Sydney, rattling windows and scattering calm.β¦
There's a particular kind of quiet that settles in when you realise you don't quite fit the story you were handed. You sit in a cafe in Newtown, or browse aβ¦
Most mornings begin with a flat white and a scroll through my phone. By the time I have scalded my tongue and flicked past the news alerts, the algorithm hasβ¦
Anxiety is often treated as a response that must be justified before it deserves care. If there is a clear crisis, a diagnosis, or a dramatic event, people mayβ¦
After sexual assault, love can feel like a language spoken in a room where the walls have shifted. Familiar wordsβdesire, trust, closeness, partnershipβmayβ¦
There is a particular kind of ache that arrives when we have been hard on ourselves for too long. The voice in our head insists we should be further along,β¦