I am not defined by my grief. I’m not going to bore you with the details of grief. Those of you who have/are experiencing it know what I’m talking about, and those of you who haven’t just listen and understand. We know you won’t quite, but the gesture of trying and sitting in silence –… Continue reading Day 88
I’ve always been proud of being a Duffy. My mums parents, my granny and grandad, are the Duffy side of the family. I was in England years ago visiting my grandparents, young and head over heals in love. My ex and I had nothing in common and struggled from the beginning of our relationship, but… Continue reading When too much is not enough.
I found myself late 2017 in a situation I thought I was ready for. I really wanted to be ready for it, I had convinced myself that I was. I’m even having a hard time trying to type out exactly what it was that I was ready for. This tells you how NOT READY I… Continue reading It’s ok to not be fucking ready already
I don’t share enough. I come across as an emotionally available, confident, and put together person – when in reality I am emotionally disconnected. I busy myself with work, theatre, concerts, movies, friend hang outs, yoga, running, cooking, nutrition lectures, late night hang outs, etc; etc; etc;… Anything to keep my mind off of and out… Continue reading When all you can do is sit in the uncomfortable and hope for the best.
