The Cost of Independence
Because no matter how carefully I arrange the furniture of my independence, someone else always holds the key.
Because no matter how carefully I arrange the furniture of my independence, someone else always holds the key.
I believe in love. Not the easy kind, but the brave kind. The kind that asks us to risk disappointment and remain open anyway.
Sometimes the most important intervention is not a medication or a procedure, but belief. This story reflects on illness, autonomy, and the GP who listened when others would not.
I unpack the years, the loves, the losses, and tuck them away in cupboards and corners.
Sometimes the safest way to survive is not to be seen. A story of migration, belonging, and the strategies we develop to protect ourselves.
We are all shaped by stories – those we inherit, those we tell, and those we are still learning to understand. Read Me is an invitation to consider the experiences, memories, and histories that sit beneath the method.
We were supposed to be going camping in Austria. Instead, we got lost on the way home. A story of family, migration, and the journey that brought us to Aotearoa New Zealand.
We all build walls for a reason. The Fortress is a reflection on resilience, healing, and the moment we find the courage to step beyond them once more.