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How ‘Mental Illness’ Prepared me for Motherhood

‘Nothing prepares you for motherhood!’ I hear the wise woman say. ‘You’re never really ready for birth and beyond.’ I get the picture, that the magnificence of childbearing and motherhood is a learn-on-the-job experience. I’m the first to admit, nothing could have prepared me for drawing the short-straw of 8 months of ‘morning sickness’. But […]

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The Babyfacedassassin’s Response to ‘What a Shaman Sees in a Mental Hospital’

Dr Somé’s disconcerted face from under his little hat has looked my way everyday this week through Facebook messaging from on-the-pulse friends. How could I ignore a title: ‘What a Shaman Sees in a Mental Hospital’? I didn’t know we still called them ‘mental hospitals’! And yet it seems our all-over-the-pulse friends from ‘Earth. We are one.‘ who publish a plethora […]

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Burning Man Festival Performance

<!– On 24th July 2014, I presented at the National Suicide Prevention Conference in Perth, Western Australia about my recovery from attempted suicide. This was a special milestone for me – speaking publicly about my attempt and also proposing steps to recovery that others could integrate into their life. I discuss the role of The Suicide […]

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ONE BILLION RISING: Busting a Move to Bust Through Self-Harm

Dancing insists we take up space, and though it has no set direction, we go there together. Dance is dangerous, joyous, sexual, holy, disruptive, and contagious and it breaks the rules. It can happen anywhere, at anytime, with anyone and everyone, and it’s free. Dance joins us and pushes us to go further and that […]

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The Evolution of Suffering – Part 3: le Retraite d’Écriture

For the past decade, each year has not gone by without, what I call, a Writing Retreat. Destinations have varied from the jungles of Mexico, WWOOFing farms, psychiatric clinics, the quietude of Canberra at my Godfather’s home, suburban Bungalow summers, undercover journaling on Vipassana, out-welcomed stays with my father, and, just recently, the precious, bushy […]

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The Evolution of Suffering – Part 3: The Writing Retreat

For the past decade, each year has not gone by without, what I call, a Writing Retreat. Destinations have varied from the jungles of Mexico, WWOOFing farms, psychiatric clinics, the quietude of Canberra at my Godfather’s home, suburban Bungalow summers, undercover journaling on Vipassana, out-welcomed stays with my father, and, just recently, the precious, bushy […]

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