The No-BS Journal
This Journal isn’t about sugarcoating life. There’s no “everything happens for a reason” here, no fluffy affirmations, no pretending I’ve got it all figured out. This is my no BS space to lay it all out my mess, my chaos, my survival. The days when my body won’t cooperate, my mind won’t stop racing, and the world feels like it’s moving forward without me.
This is where I get real about chronic illness, mental health struggles, trauma, and the uphill battle of just existing. It’s messy, it’s raw, and it’s honest the kind of honesty most people avoid.
Here, inspiration meets reality. Education meets raw truth. Awareness meets healing. And yeah… it’s basically my virtual journal, documenting the unfiltered truth of navigating a life that doesn’t come with an instruction manual.
You’ll read about the hard stuff the heartbreak, the isolation, the setbacks no one warns you about but also the wins, the small wins, and the unexpected moments of clarity that remind you: you can survive this, and you can rise from it stronger than you thought possible.
Topics include:
Domestic Violence and Healing – the ugly, the painful, the survival
Living With Chronic Illness and Pain – the days that feel impossible and the wins that keep you going
Reflections – raw thoughts, uncomfortable truths, and insights from the trenches
The Unseen Series – deep dives into specific topics, struggles, challenges, and education so you can really learn, relate, and reflect
This space is for anyone who’s tired of pretending. For anyone who’s felt unseen, stuck, or defeated. Your pain doesn’t define you, your courage to rise does. Step in. Read, reflect, and claim your power.
On the Outside of Dysfunction
For a long time, I was part of the dysfunction. The chaos didn’t feel toxic it felt normal.
When the Waves Match the Day
Between cyclone weather, flare-ups, the unexpected and then news that stops you in your tracks — forever 18.
Music was my First Therapist
Music was my first therapist; it provided a space where I could immerse myself in the lyrics and connect with my emotions.
On the Days You Feel Like Disappearing
Not every day is going to feel good. Some days are heavy as hell. Some days you’re just not okay and that’s real
Life’s Little Reminder
I didn’t come here looking for anything deep. didn’t come here to have some big life-changing moment or suddenly “fix” myself
The Little Black Book of Excuses
Somewhere along the way, the “little black book” stopped being about connections and started looking more like a catalogue of reasons why someone can’t show up.
What Living with Chronic Illness Really Looks Like
For every moment I’m visible, there’s hours sometimes days of invisible effort behind it.
Healing Isn’t Aesthetic
But here’s the truth: healing is rarely aesthetic, It’s messy. It’s chaotic. It’s raw. And it often looks nothing like the highlight reels you see online.
The little Rituals
There are the little rituals that keep me steady, not perfect, not aesthetic, just real.
Dating With Illness
Dating someone who’s chronically ill has somehow become this over-analysed, over-discussed topic and honestly, it’s exhausting.
The Unseen Series -The Truths No One Wants to Say Out Loud
This series is for the women the ones who are tired of pretending they’re fine.
Healing, Chaos & Showing Up Anyway
Monday didn’t arrive gently.
It came in hard. Loud. Unforgiving.
The Quiet Power of Women Gathering
Holding space for other women means I get to have lunch dates, catch ups, and real conversations.
Letting Go of Hustle and Hero Narratives
I thought being a hero carrying everything, saving everyone, holding it all together was proof of my worth.
When Your Body Becomes a Battlefield
If I’m being honest the last couple of weeks have been an absolute clusterfuck. Not the kind you laugh off. Not the kind you can spin into a “lesson” or wrap up with a pretty little bow about growth.
Holiday and Reset
I didn’t realise how much I’d been holding until I got here.
Like you’re always bracing for something, even when nothing’s happening.
When the Holiday Ends
This trip wasn’t about ticking boxes or doing something extraordinary. It was quieter than that. Slower. More honest. It looked like falling asleep to the sound of the ocean.