• Working with Stuff

    Dark and Twisted Stuff

    This was me earlier today, putting my “stuff” on paper. I can’t breath. This happens regularly. It’s the whole “beautiful women” thing. Again. And since forever. If God had given me a machine gun, there would be no more beautiful women on this planet. Seriously. None. Zapped out of existence. Oh, you thought working with your stuff was a pretty business? Perhaps you bought in the… “aesthetic lies” told to you by myriad pictures of beautiful women doing yoga, amongst the flowers and beaches? Working with your stuff is not pretty. Not even slightly. You have to encounter the stuff that makes you look like a monster. You think I’m…

  • Stories of my life

    Valentine’s Day Rhapsody

    “Who will want me? Who could possibly want *me*, with this ugly face, messy body, terrible present and traumatised past? I look in the mirror and the “truth” is clear. There, on my face: nobody will love me. That’s just the way it is. I’m going to be single forever. Damn. Who could ever love me? I must do something. What do I need to do? Show off my body? Wear make up? Do things I don’t want to do, pretend to be someone I’m not?” Because it sucks, OK? It sucks to be single. And to want love. And to be ugly and to know you’re ugly. And so…

  • Live under the New Rules

    The Map vs the Compass

    Remember Srini Rao from the last post? We’re gonna look into his “Map vs Compass” idea In his words: Srini Rao: “The map was based on where somebody else wanted me to end up.” Therese: “Challenges are inherent in ditching the map. And why are so many people afraid to do it.” Srini Rao: “Well it’s an incredibly difficult thing. The map has clear destinations outlined on it. Everything on the map is predetermined, so you don’t have to think, you don’t have to face uncertainty. Suddenly you are left to fend for yourself. The thing that a compass gives you is it points you in a particular direction. How…

  • Stories of my life

    Sharing My Story

    So… you know I find it almost impossible to “share my story”.* Which is unfortunate, because I feel very much this is what needs to happen. * I only just noticed: this is the second post inspired by Therese’s work! See? Sharing your story inspires other people. (doesn’t make it any less scary, though) Working with it I let out my anger by “talking” (also known as “rant-writing”, also known as “getting the conversation in your head out of your head”), like this: I’m scared, OK!? Because, you see, unlike YOU, person who only exists inside my head, *I* have had it real tough. No, much tougher than *YOU*. Much…