UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Category: Life

  • One Month In: I Had No Clue What I Was Doing and People Still Showed Up…

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    One Month In: I Had No Clue What I Was Doing… and People Still Showed Up A month ago, I started this blog with zero idea what I was doing. ( I had been writing thing down over the years for clarity!) No fancy plan, no tech expertise, just a gut feeling that I needed…

  • The Sign That Broke the Silence..

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    The Sign That Broke the Silence. It wasn’t just a sign. It was a tipping point. Yes, it was a ridiculous, passive-aggressive, glaring little monument to dysfunction but on a deeper level, it was a mirror. It reflected back all the things I had been swallowing for years. Not just the injustice or the inheritance…

  • The Day the Playbook Came Out…

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    I remember the day my dad died. Not the way people usually mean when they say that. Not the moment itself, not the news or the numbness or the weird, hollow ache that settles somewhere between your chest and your stomach. I mean the room. The way the air felt. The way the so-called mighty…

  • So, Who Spilled the Tea?

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    I don’t know who let the cat out of the will… but someone clearly passed this blog around like the good biscuits at a wake. Woke up, logged in and nearly spat my tea, over 1,300 views this week and counting? Who are ye and how did ye get in here? To all the new…

  • Confessions of a Failed Nurse and Future Rebel…

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    The Ones Who Didn’t Fit the Box… When I was growing up in Ireland and I won’t say how many years ago because some of you might faint, it was a very different world to the one we’re in now. Back then, every family had a few solid ambitions for their children. You didn’t need…

  • I Asked for a Day, They Offered Me the Door…

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    Families have a way of shaping the truth to suit themselves. Sometimes it’s subtle. Other times it’s right there in front of you, dressed up as kindness, practicality or ‘what’s best for everyone’. And over time, you start to realize that what looks like help is often just a polite way of saying we’d prefer…

  • Empath or Easy Target?

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    Empath or Easy Target? When Kindness Meets a Brick Wall It took me years to realize that not everyone feels things the same way I do. That might sound obvious but for an empath, it’s like discovering the rules of the game after the final whistle’s already blown. I used to think that if I…

  • How Does Someone So F*cked Up Live With Themselves?

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    How Does Someone So F*cked Up Live With Themselves? Pardon my French but honestly, how? It’s the thought that hit me before I even had my tea this morning. Just came barging into my head, uninvited. I wasn’t even thinking about them but it’s like my brain keeps trying to make sense of the senseless.…

  • The Day I Realized I Could Spiritually Dropkick Bully Yates…

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    There’s a moment, somewhere between your seventh ignored email and your tenth gaslit memory, when something shifts. You don’t even realize it at first. You’re just sitting there, holding a mug of cold tea, thinking about how you’ve been dragged through the emotional hedge backwards yet again by the one-man chaos parade that is Bully…

  • The Black Sheep and the Blind Flock…

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    There’s a loneliness that comes with waking up.I don’t mean getting out of bed in the morning, I mean waking up spiritually. Waking up to the fact that this world is more than a paycheck, a title, a new car or what the neighbors think of your lawn. Waking up to the Creator’s energy pulsing…