I want my life to be measured by all that I am and do, not by the limitations I live with. My achievements are mine, not ‘amazing for a disabled woman.’ My story deserves to exist beyond labels, beyond expectation, beyond the lens of struggle.
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A confronting piece to write, one that shines a spotlight on conflicting emotions.
Sometimes, my words come before the realisation, before the healing.
This was one of them.
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I've always loved the word serendipity.
For me, luck is the effect of taken chances.
Sometimes, I think we all miss the art of serendipity – too busy, too overwhelmed; life can just be too much.
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Some nights, grief feels as vast as the universe.
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The last few years have been heavy for me.
I find writing things down the best way to process my reality and all of the thoughts and emotions that come with it.
Poetry does what speaking my truth out loud can't.
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While this notebook entry isn't writing related, it is part of the process.
A lot of what I write begins with understanding my relationship with recovery, grief and the body I live in now. I often find that the notebook holds the thoughts that later become the lines.
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My poetry often comes from an initial line, a thought or a feeling – rather than a theme or an idea.
I've realised that I explore complex emotions through jotting notes in my diary, and sometimes, those notes become what you read on my page.
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Something I keep noticing about poetry:
When something painful feels too heavy to say plainly, metaphor gives it somewhere to land.
The reality doesn’t change, but the way we see it often does.
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This came from a drive after losing someone who was part of my everyday life for so long.
Grief doesn’t just live in memories. It lives in habits too.
Looking for them on the sofa.
Finding fur that hasn’t quite disappeared yet.
Realising how much space a small life can leave behind.
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I’ve been thinking about how difficult it is to feel steady when life keeps shifting underneath you. It's not always dramatic, it can be subtle.
Part of finding my footing isn’t waiting for the ground to smooth out, it’s learning how to stand even when it doesn’t.
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The more I write, the more I realise poetry isn’t just expression.
Sometimes it’s how I make sense of things that felt too heavy to carry quietly.
Welcome to the reflection series, where I learn from my own words.
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I use the written word for multiple purposes, often linking emotion to imagery. I write them in my notebook to learn something new about myself.
Welcome to the notebook series. Snippets from my notebook; perhaps some will resonate with you.
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A small poem about existing in two places at once – alive and expressive online,
quiet and invisible in the physical world.
For many people living with chronic illness or disability, the internet isn’t an escape. It’s where our voice can move when our bodies can’t.
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Overconsumption vs Ignorance
It would be nice to find a balance between the two. One where we don’t lose ourselves in the process.
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I’ve always loved how life prompts so much creativity.
Here’s a poem that was prompted by a car journey.
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Write like no one will read it. Be OK with no one reading it. Leave a piece of you in your words and let go.
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Another day, another #poem
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Grief is a complex thing.
It’s been 13 months since he passed and yet a random conversation had my grief swallow me.
This poem was created from that grief.
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With January being an entire year, February has felt like a fortnight. I wonder what March will bring.
I don’t want to be known for what I do, I want to be known for who I am.
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