Haven for the living Princess and the Pea

If I could

If I could take away your pain I would. I would take every part of it and send it far away. But I cannot, no matter how hard I try, so instead I’ll sit here with you so you don’t hurt alone.

If I could help you through all your problems I would do so without hesitation. But I can’t so instead I will walk along side you and help you navigate through them.

If I could stop you from feeling alone and isolated I would do so in a heartbeat. But it’s not in my power to do so. Instead I will be you’re friend no matter what. I will stand with you.

If I could hold you and tell you everything will be okay I would. But I can’t as I am just as lost and scared. But I will hold your hand and we can comfort eachother.

If I could be whatever you needed me to be I would be just that. But I’m not that person. Instead I’m broken and deeply flawed. But together we will grow and become what eachother needs. And with this we will be okay.

A place in my dreams

Run away with me,

To the place in my dreams

Where no one cares who we are.

Hold me,

Rock me,

Let my pain dissolve in your arms.

I’ve never been happier,

Than in my dreams

Where anything is possible.


Image by Zaid Pro from Pixabay

Living with suicidal ideation

This is a short piece I wrote to my psychologist a few weeks ago.


Do you think I could actually do it? I fantasise about it all the time, but do you think I could turn that fantasy into a reality? Like when a dream bleeds into real life, no longer confined inside of us. We find ourselves screaming into the dark, still house. Or we can no longer distinguish a dream from real life, stumbling through the fog which is our familiar surrounds, unable to feel our body or the floor, not knowing whether we are awake or asleep. There is a certain loneliness that comes when our thoughts and urges remain just that: bolted to the chamber of our minds, never translating into behaviour. 1 in 10 people with Borderline Personality Disorder die by suicide, it’s said. Will I be that 1 in 10? Can I bring myself to swallow a pill, and another, and another, until the whole pack’s gone, then follow it down with a bottle of alcohol? Or will it remain a lonely thought, bright yet distant as the stars? Burning for expression… A fire that only I can see.


Connection with nature

For as long as I’ve known, I’ve always shared a special connection with nature, especially water. Nature brings me comfort in ways that people do not. Not many people truly understand this bond. The Aboriginal people did. Nature is an intrinsic part of who they are. The traditional Aboriginal people do not see themselves as owning the land, but rather, the land owns them. They belong to the land and it must be looked after and respected. I feel like I’ve been born in the wrong culture. It breaks my heart to see the way we are destroying our planet… the way nature is treated like a dump. Recently I found out that Australia’s largest energy supply retailer, AGL, wants to build a giant gas terminal and pipeline just along from my favourite beach in Westernport Bay, Balnarring. The pipeline will go all the way to Pakenham, and AGL will be dumping a whole lot of chorine into the water every day. I find myself in terrible grief over this news. I spent my psychology session this week on the floor of the office crying, have had thoughts of suicide, and am spending a lot of time in bed. It is really hard to do anything when I am so sad. I can’t stop thinking about the pollution and devastation AGL will cause. Not many people would understand my reaction. But to help people empathise, I explain it is like losing somebody you’re close to. The beach is a special spot I go to with my dad. I have an animistic and anthropomorphic worldview, which means nature is not just an object to me. I attribute human qualities and life to places like Balnarring Beach. Like people, it has its own personality, not to mention the birds and sea creatures that call it home. This makes it very difficult for me to hurt/exploit nature, and is why I get so upset when people and big companies do. Continue reading “Connection with nature”

We became strangers

I wore a blonde wig

So you wouldn’t recognise me.

So I was a stranger to you.

Why, I don’t know.

With or without the wig,

I am just a stranger now…

Our friendship

As real as a dream

As distant

As a ship on the horizon.

As sturdy

As paper chain people,

And as lost

As our childhood innocence

When we found happiness

Rolling down grassy hills

Or collecting cicada shells

Forgetting that we will ever grow old.

Harmed by therapy

Today I joined a group on Facebook called “Clients Harmed by Therapy.” When I first stepped foot in a therapist’s office nine years ago, little did I know my life was going to take a turn for the worst. Little did I know that this thing which was meant to help me would make me want to die. Little did I know that I would spend the next nine years of my life depressed. Therapy became a drug, and its ending a horrific withdrawal. I wish it carried a black box warning. Continue reading “Harmed by therapy”

Deliver me

Depression is like drowning. Every day is a battle to keep your head above water. You must be a superman/woman/person to survive it. To drag yourself to do things, even as small as having a shower or getting dressed. To bounce back from things that go wrong in your day as your reservoirs are already depleted. To endure hours, days, weeks, months and years of torture, a life devoid of pleasure, of hobbies, of connection to other people. You start your days behind as you most likely had no replenishing sleep that night. You try to sleep your day away, but at its worst, you cannot sleep, or wake up bright and early for another day with depression. Depression is like the dementors from Harry Potter sucking away the person and the joy you once had, leaving you an empty shell.

I have battled depression for eight years now. I’m a survivor and a figher. Many times in my life I’ve thought that’s it, I’m a goner, but I’m still here. And I’ve fought to still be here. As bad as my depression is right now, I know I will most likely survive another week. But I do get tired of treading water. There is a part of me that wants to surrender. That is why I find so much peace in the song “Never Let Me Go” by Florence + The Machine.

“And it’s over and I’m going under
But I’m not giving up
I’m just giving in

Oh, slipping underneath
So cold and so sweet

In the arms of the ocean”



This post is going to be a little different to my others. A friend bought me a gratitude journal. I’m thinking of making a post every time I come up with ten things I’m grateful for. Here are my first ten:

  1. Painkillers
  2. Having plenty of water
  3. My friends
  4. Living in a family and a world where being gay isn’t considered a sin
  5. Glasses
  6. Not living in an era where there are old mental asylums
  7. My freedom; not being on a Community Treatment Order
  8. Traffic lights
  9. Being born in a country free of war
  10. Being born in a sex that matches, for the most part, who I am

People come and people go

There is a certain melancholy that greets me as the seasons turn.

It speaks to me softly,

Reminding me of those I have lost,

And those I will lose.

It shows me that little in life is permanent,

Except change itself.


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