Domestic Violence isn’t Bliss


​​uwe have to face up to domestic Violence in this country.. it’s not something you can sweep up and wrap in newspaper.. just wash the bruises off.. right?
Hearts on sleeves are hard to launder.
You don’t just get over it.

It can crush even the hardiest of souls…

You just live with the marks indelibly carved into your psyche.. you rebuild what you can 

Of your self esteem and say 

Never Again.

Step by step.. you get out.

Day by day

You make ways to overcome it.
But it stays with you, victims, perpetrators.. kids.. who all perpetuate cycles of violence.
Stop the despair

It’s not just a fight

It’s a damn shame.

Be a better example to our kids of a healthy respectful relationship..



Well well well

It’s a mantra, not a typo.
So October  this mental health month deal is getting me down.

I can’t not see

That its just a scam

A community basis for their

Irrational spending cuts.
Me I ended

Up locked in


Pushed over
So I’m different 

But I’m digging in

Deeper waters

Not just waterfalls of pain.


I am a mother of three sufferer of bipolar, spinner of your hands both tangible and folklorist; and where did you see Kay off I will not be far behind it.
I’ve decid

ED space to take a few days for myself to collect my head which is all over the place into my body and my brain having a big spaz oh annoyed angry I didn’t shut up argument with each other.

I wonder if the people you translate series confusion I having a big laugh at me sometimes… I know I am for sure! So this is a blog post, about me learning to post more often;less cohesively, and without regard to so much decency and political correctness that it stops me from doing anything at all.

Hope you

less cohesively, and without regard to so much decency and political correctness that it stops me from doing anything at all.
Hope you like my introductory blog liked the introductory blog
Stay June for the next instalment of chaos in Quakers Hill. I just got a lift in my coffee

Bipolar Disorder as a Medical Condition…not just headspace based!!

ImageI have just managed to avoid a manic episode for the second month in a row.. My appendix got infected, and because of my hypomania, I was in agony all over my body without reprieve of rest nor sleep. 

Then being told that nothing was wrong with me, I assumed my pain etc was due to mental health and going on a new medication. Now after spending a week being filled with three different IV antibiotics, and trapped by protocol was not able to up my dose of Seroquel, which I really needed to double.. And although I requested psych consult three days on multiple occasions, it was only when I started to really lose it that I was heard, and seen.

the team were my knights in shining armour.. Preventing any more deprivation in my regimine. I must remember to make a hypomania treatment protocol for myself.. I’m mind mapping it after I finish my rant here!

i just had to share that Bipolar Disorder may be classified as a mental illness, however this is not the full story! It is a Medical Condition, which can literally kill, by putting your physical body on constant Red Alert Battlestations!! Starvation, malnutrition; sleep deprivation, misfire of the temperature and elimination of waste systems.. Inadequate management presents more than a (just) mental health and suicide or self harm risk of injury or death… Yet some medical practitioners seem to treat this diorder as either hypochondria, or secondary to primarily physical illnesses.

survivors of bipolar, we battle every day until we can’t fight anymore.. Then we rest, depressed, trying to recharge for the next battle… All the while, berating ourselves for being inadequate or lazy or..(insert negative refrain here!!)

so really, try and be understanding with yoursel and cultivate self kindness at every opportunity! To survive this Bipolar Disorder we need every coping mechanism we can develop.


So poignant, so now, so me..(without the dick, although I do have one, he’s currently passed out in my bed)

I.J. Keddie

i kinda hate everybody right now
no exceptions especially myself
yes that does include you
a stinking mess of judgements
false meanings and false walls
your standards are not mine
a perspective around closed doors
our dicks are not the same
should i make myself vomit
maybe remove all my body hair
you painted this hell for no reason
only to whitewash it the next day
drum roll please as we smile
this may never happen again

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Laughing At Entropy – poem

It’s noise pollution in my head
Oh I’m still hearing what you said
I can’t erase the marks you left
My tender psyche so distressed
It’s not the truth
It’s half a lie
I’m still not sure
If i,ll survive
But hardened hearts make soldiers souls it seems you traded yours for gold
What grace will keep your ancient bones from dust?

Yes hardened hearts
Make snipers souls
What profit gained
Leaks from the whole.

I have a lie that could be true
If only I could capture you
One fateful year, one yesterday
As one we both felt instantly
Like gravity, energy, genesis
laughing hard at entropy
You and me, mystery,
So divinely down to earth
More true than breath