PGP / SPD My story:

TW! DV ⚠️ Bruises: I'm really sorry, but after a two-year battle with an ex and their obsession, I'm incredibly emotional right now because today I was successful in obtaining a six-month non-molestation order against the individual. Not only does this help protect me, but it may also help anyone who needs to report him in the future. They'll be listened to. They'll be believed. 🙏🏻 Safeguarding always matters, and today I'm proud to be a woman who was brave enough to speak up. With the support of the courts, I have upheld my boundaries, and I sincerely hope the mental torture and constant poking at old bruises finally comes to an end. Bad things happen. I've spent too long suffering. Today, I'm proud of myself. I completely broke down after the court hearing and had to ring legal back later because I was so overwhelmed by everything that had happened. But today, the system worked. Today, we succeeded. Today, protections have been put in place that will lif...

Kindness... My ex-abuser was handed court papers yesterday. At the same time, I find myself suffocating under the weight of other people's judgement, assumptions, lack of fact-checking, and lack of compassion. And honestly? I'm tired. Can we have some kindness back, please? Because behind every profile, page, blog, business, group, and public post is a human being. A real person. 🙏🏻✨ A person carrying things you may know nothing about. You don't know what someone is facing behind closed doors. You don't know what battles they're fighting, what trauma they're processing, what legal proceedings they're navigating, what health issues they're enduring, or how much strength it took for them to simply get out of bed that morning. Yet so many people seem comfortable judging, criticising, gossiping, and piling on without ever stopping to ask whether they're being fair. As someone with ADHD and autism, I feel things deeply. Disrespect, dishonesty...

Today should be a day of celebration.  After years of hard work, consistency, determination, and refusing to give up, my stickers finally arrived for my autograph packages. ❤️ They represent two parts of my life that I have poured my heart into: creativity and advocacy. They represent the people I've supported, the voices I've amplified, the causes I've stood up for, and the dreams I've continued to chase even when life made things difficult. But if I'm honest, this past week has been relentless. I think people sometimes forget that behind every profile, page, group, blog, or business is a human being. It's difficult to fully celebrate something you've been excited about when you're simultaneously navigating health battles, recovering from targeted behaviour, dealing with family wounds, and preparing for court proceedings connected to past abuse. Today, when these arrived, I expected to feel excited. Instead, I mostly felt tired. And that's okay. Bec...

I am absolutely exhausted , as I have just finished putting my statement together and timeline with extensive evidence for a non-molestation order I'm applying for. This is the second time I've had to do it and this time I did it all by myself and included evidence as exhibits so it is literally court ready. I just want this part of my life over, I'm tired now and I'm absolutely fed up of abusers having zero consequences for their actions and the police not doing anything they're supposed to. You literally have to do everything yourself these days and it's especially triggering having to write up assaults and worse! My fellow DV girlies will get it. 💜 Chin up, chest out, and keep moving forward. I really could have done with people taking my legalisation of pepper spray Petition more seriously as it ends soon, in mere days and they're enabling abuse by not assisting in legalising self defence support. Guess we just have to be further penalised for fighting ...

I step away from what harms me. I protect my peace. And I keep going. Peter showed up for me yesterday 👊🏻☺️ He even took the day off work just to support me — and that meant more than I can put into words, so I treated us yesterday to some nice food. Despite chronic pain, I got everything done that I needed to. Not everything went to plan, but I still showed up — and that matters. Today is about magazine work and continuing the decluttering with DCC Breakthrough. Last night, my body completely seized up and I’m still in a lot of pain today. Without my prescribed medical cannabis, I would genuinely be in hospital or unable to cope. Pain management isn’t a luxury — it’s essential. It saves lives. I’m aiming for the 10th for the magazine release. If it’s slightly delayed, I’m not stressing — it will be completed properly and shared as soon as it’s ready. I keep going. On the painful days. On the heavy days. I won’t lie — the pain triggered my depression last night and my mind turned on ...

Let me be heard: I’ve just been given my court hearing date to legally ensure an ex leaves me alone. It’s the morning of my practical driving test. And I sat with that for a moment… not shocked, not even angry, just tired. Because sometimes life doesn’t give you space to process things one at a time. It stacks them. Major, emotional, life-shaping moments, all at once. On one hand, I’m preparing for a court hearing — something that represents boundaries, safety, and closure. On the other, I’m preparing for a driving test — something that represents independence, growth, and moving forward. Both important. Both significant. Both happening together. And it really made me reflect on resilience, not in the idealised sense, but in the very real, human sense. Showing up when you’re in pain. Showing up when your mind is foggy. Showing up when your circumstances feel overwhelming. There’s a narrative that resilience looks like strength and composure at all times, but often it looks like continu...