A Letter for You

It takes at least a year to process a diagnosis like this. That is what the psychologist who diagnosed me told me For me it was pretty much exactly a year. A year of reading, researching, drawing, writing, thinking, reflecting, crying…lots of crying. Big messy soul wrenching fits of tears. Anger. Frustration. As well as… Continue reading A Letter for You

We step up. Shaking.

I realise that each time I shake with fear, each time I feel the constriction of deep anxiety, it is because I am coming into direct contact with the invisible structure of patriarchy – the power matrix – that which keeps us in place, keeps us small and scared and silent. The invisible dome, like… Continue reading We step up. Shaking.