It’s ok me, I got this
The single most powerful and liberating psychological practice I have ever done is reintroduce myself to my inner child, and show him who I am now. Yes, it sounds wanky…
Mental health
Honey, I’m home! (reconnecting with myself)
It’s been almost two years since I last wrote a column, and loads of cool and some difficult stuff has happened. I’m excited to be writing again and to share…
Lonely, I’m Mr Lonely
I’ve necessarily pushed people away over the past five years. Self-preservation was my goal, and the sense of being a broken burden that a major depressive feels only compounded that.…
A love letter to inner-west Melbourne
This will be my final column as a full-time resident of the inner west. I’m moving further out west, beyond the fringes of Melbourne, to be nearer where my kids…
That’s 2020 COVID off
As the diary maker said to the printer, it’s been a year. And in many ways, 2020 has been as disappointing as that pun. But in others, it’s been a…
Dear parents, please don’t choose to die…
*** Content warning: Suicidal themes *** Dear dad or mum to a child or children, Firstly, let me declare I’m one of you. I have children of my own and…
One day…
How often do we have an idea or a half-baked plan we think would be good, but tell ourselves we’ll get to it ‘one day’? If you’re like most people,…
There’s a spotfire in my head, and our home is burning, too.
Nothing I write feels ‘worthy’ of the page or screen right now. How could it? Our country is burning and our ‘leaders’ credibility even more up in smoke.
Looking forward, looking back. I’ve come a long way down the track
Five years is a brilliant achievement for a printed publication, these days. Let alone one that is community-focused and produced largely by volunteers. FIVE. YEARS! Let’s all pause for a…