I do my best to give public snippets of reality, but lets face it, online is very different to knowing me in person. So I thought I would address a few of the things I do not regularly talk about online.
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Poem: Finding me amongst the mayhem
Self identity, what does it mean?
Taken for granted, pre-assumed
Until your major beliefs are destroyed
Leaving you in a barren battlefield.
Like being airdropped into a strange town.
Take time to look around.
Find the familiar, find the new,
Make a list – what interests you?
A new coffee shop – same familiar taste.
A new dress shop – different but cool.
Familiar roads, don’t know where they go.
We head out anyway, discovering new.
Lipstick we loved – rediscovered again.
Sense of self worth, constructed anew
The town we knew is long gone.
New cities we found – even more cool.
New identity – Para is me
New look – confidence is me
New sport – Waka ama is me
New belief system – THIS IS ME!
[poem by Melanie Magowan]
Trauma talks: Amanda Wilson 10/7/22 Invercargill
This talk was something I saw on a friend’s Facebook page, reposted from someone she knew through horsey circles. Obviously I do not rotate in those circles so Amanda was completely unknown to me.
I also did not really have any specific expectations about this talk, but wow, the content really did blow my mind. I will do my best to summarise based on the notes I took on the day.
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I feel like this is still very much a taboo subject. Something no one dare talk about, yet it’s a real everyday problem that’s not just confined to the battlefield.
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