Richness

Learning about myself has been and continues to be such a rich experience. I started a coffee meet up group. I talked just about all day. I can talk the leg off an iron pot lol. I talkEd to one person who tried to completely invalidate me as a woman. This triggered my anxiety for a couple of days. Why? I see myself as a very accepting person. You are who you are. You be nice to me and respect me and we will get along just fine. I believe this person was very much like my ex. They thought after 2 hours of talking they knew everything about me. Think again sunshine.

This encounter is an opportunity for me to put boundaries in place. It’s about kylie standing strong in who she is. It’s an important lesson for me to learn. Walk beside me. Don’t be the fucking tour guide of my life. You live your life and I will live mine. We can support each other.

So how do I deal with a strong personality. At this point I go into hiding. Self protection mode. But I want figure myself out, it’s not about that other person, it is about me and how I can stand strong around bulldozer personalities , who feel they have the right to just tell me how to live my life. To be honest, I’m over it. We all have certain lessons our souls have to learn. Yours are different to mine. AND THATS OK.

My anxiety is telling me something. I went swimming. Oh how I love swimming in the ocean, such power in those rolling waves. I feel washed clean every single time I do it. I’m doing a morning blessing on myself. I put both hands over my heart and say “may I know true self compassion, may I know I how beautiful I am. May I know my true worth.” I then gather up all the love I have for my children, the ocean and puppies (who doesn’t love puppies,so cute!) and pour that love into my heart. Wrap myself in love. And you know what happens? It eases the pain and anxiety. This is actually hard work. But I deserve to give that love to myself. I DESERVE TO GIVE THAT LOVE TO MYSELF.

I know in my next relationship. Which is a long way off. (The more time I spend loving myself the I love being on my own. I really love my own company.) I need to be with a phlegmatic personality.

So that’s been one thing I learnt this week. There‘s been about 16 thousand more. Lol. But I think it’s an important one. I feel like I’m unraveling a ball of knotted wool. The more I do unravel the more beautiful, I realise , I am.

Be kind

And remember I love you

Work in progress

Processing and working on old thought patterns and beliefs takes work. It takes courage. Owning up to shit. Letting go of shit that just isn’t serving me anymore, because I kept hitting my head up against a wall.

I signed up for a course that is called the conscious girlfriend. It’s only the first week of a 12 week course and already I can feel the difference. Working through beliefs and thought patterns meditating grounding myself.

As well as doing this, I have decided I have to sell my art work. This in and of itself has bought on huge anxiety. When I create a piece it’s always different. Light when pure light beams itself through a prism and when it shines out the other side you see a rainbow. My brain will go ” it’s not the pure light!!!! It’s not good enough !!! It’s not how it “should be”” but when I ponder that from a different angle

The rainbow is beautiful.

The rainbow is how it needs to be.

My creations reflect life. There’s a bump here. The material is a bit patched up. Never goes according to plan. But!!!! It’s still beautiful. The rugs I have made over the years have kept me warm in winter and in summer I have hung them on the windows and kept the stifling heat at bay. Changing my thinking is a challenge to say the least.

Yesterday I was a ball of anxiety, driving myself crazy. I would do or say something, then judge myself relentlessly for that action, then judge myself for that judgement, then judge myself for judging myself. A vicious cycle to say the least. I went for a swim and felt a little better. I started looking on you tube, for reasons I won’t state, I felt like I wasn’t emotionally safe, I dare say, I have felt this since childhood. I came across a video of Wayne Dyer. A meditation of 432hz . I am , with music. Just music. I went to sleep with it playing in my ears. All I can say is that today I feel so much peace. I feel peace.

I woke up this morning thinking about some different situations, where previously I would get bitter or think of myself as the victim, now I seemed to have the presence of mind to just let it go. Let me tell you, that’s huge for me. Letting go has always been a hard thing for me to do. I have wasted so much of my life thinking about things , that I just needed to let it fucking go.

So when I have a nap today and when I go to bed tonight I will be listening to that meditation again. And again and again.

Be kind my darlings

And remember

I love you . Xxxx

Releasing the anger

So I after my last post , I thought about how to deal with the anger and grief I was feeling. I remembered ,the anger iceberg. So the anger in side me was telling me something.

I looked up the anger iceberg and wrote all the emotions I related to.

Embarrassed

Scared

Shame

Disgusted

Frustrated

Depressed

Trapped

Rejected

Helpless

Annoyed

Exhausted

Anxious

Disrespected

Regret

Used

Hurt

Grief

I sat there looking at those emotions and painted a volcano with some of these written underneath

That day I went to the library and went to the self development section. I saw a book by Louise Hay. You can create an exceptional life. Turning the first few pages it had a section of all the other books and CDs etc she had written and anger releasing jumped out at me. So I ended up downloading the audio of that and morning and evening meditation.

The anger releasing was intense and cleansing and most of freeing.

By working through that I have freed up space for other work. Work I believe I am meant to be doing.

There is a deep drive within me to help the lgbtqi community redirect itself. To love ourselves deeply. To let go of our toxic shame .

For we are superheroes, all of us.

In the morning meditation Louise says to say over our day to say

“I approve of you” to yourself

That 300 times a day is not enough

So sitting quietly this morning I find myself saying that and also “I Love You” to myself.

We all are here on earth, at this point in history, for reason.

And while it’s seems that capitalism is the driving force ,it’s power ,is nothing compared to love. Sending out love to the dying birds, and the birds happily chirping in the trees. Sending love to someone on the other side of the world. Sending out love to everyone and everything.

Wrapping ourselves up in self love and approval. Wherever you are in the world. I encourage you to work through the anger and shame , because on the other side is freedom. There is such a love and beauty.

I find my soul rejoicing at the sound of the bulbuls chirping in the trees. The magpies warbling at the sun. The kookaburras laughing first thing in the morning. The wattle birds quickly going from tree to tree.

And of course the beautiful busy bees buzzing on the lavender in the front yard.

Be kind my darlings.

And remember

I Love you

Yeah well fuck the system

Well well well here I am angry , fuming,furious,mad. I feel like I want to smash 10,000 plates on the ground.

I’m angry at the system of capitalism we live in. Where everything goes to the highest bidder including our politicians. Where my dad at 83 has to navigate around a system so complicated you need a team of I don’t what to get through the paperwork AND an accountant who is magical at making shit disappear on the case. I’m angry at working in a field of work the is supposedly the care industry but what it is , is a cover your arse or you’ll get the sack industry.

I’m angry with myself for believing bullshit

For giving too much ,for being a people pleaser

The thing I don’t know how to deal with the anger, really I don’t.

I got a job last week did 3 shifts and quit. Fuck this !!

There’s no point in being angry with a system that ain’t going to change just because I say it’s fucked.

I just don’t know how to deal with the anger.

I did an interview yesterday with a young woman who is studying journalism. Yeah filmed the whole deal. I talked about a lot of stuff including my ex and what I had been through. I talked about how a lot of people who identify as lgbtqi don’t want call what they have been through domestic violence, or do the work or courses to change their thinking. I talked about how there are one or 2 organisations that are about lgbtqi domestic violence but they aren’t in the ground like other charities. I talked about being homeless and going to court on my own. I talked about how hard the system is on a lot of levels. It was good to talk about this stuff. Because I truly believe this is what I’m supposed to be doing. We as a community are in the 1950s mindset when it comes to domestic violence. Don’t talk about it. Just shut up and move on.

Ok here is tip for young players. My report card in year 8 said

“Kylie talks too much”

Does that sound like someone who will sit down and shut up?

Not fuckin likely.

So the job I quit. The HR chick I spoke to said is there any reason why you want to leave?

To my credit I said “I don’t think you really want hear what I have to say. “And she said yes I do. So I told her.

But here’s the thing, I’m tired of being angry. I wish I could be that placid woman but I’m not. I’m fiesta as hell and I’m not going to take any shit anymore. In fact even if I wanted too my anger won’t let me.

So to quote pink. Don’t fuck with me

Cheers everyone

Remember

Be kind

And I love you

The big messy process of healing

I have have been asked in the week by a couple of people , in their own ways, how am I going about healing.

Well, I believe, I was meant to come home. I just knew deep within my soul. The moment I got here, to my childhood home I feel wrapped up in love. Rest. You are loved.

I was a mess. I would get up in the morning and within hours be back in bed, hiding , in the only safe space I had, my brothers old room.

As the weeks went on, my family, held me. There was no pressure to do a certain thing, just love. How blessed I felt.

I wanted to come out of this experience healed, I knew I had to look trauma in the eye and challenge it. Challenge my thinking and patterns I had developed over my life.

This is not easy task. Those patterns, so I believed, kept me safe. I enrolled in what was called a positive relationship course. Over 8 weeks the course talked about domestic violence and what is was all about. Power and manipulation. That is it. At the time of being in this relationship I thought I loved them. I believed the bullshit dreams. But it is all a lie.

The course opened some pretty big wounds that left me no wanting to be alive anymore. I have slowly worked through some of them.

I have realised that I in order to be authentically me I need to feel emotionally safe.

Self realisation is big thing when changing.

I have worked through shame. It’s been a big thing to work through. Shame of making shitty decisions, that ultimately lead to where I am. At 50, having to move back with mum and dad , losing all my worldly possessions. The big BUT here is , in doing that and losing everything, I see what I believe is really important.

Kindness and being there for others.

I recently started talking to someone, they are lovely and I have found myself laughing, for the first time in a long time.

I am beginning to see the sun shine in my life , things are turning around.

To the point where I watching a video of the all abilities choir on Australia’s got talent. They had deaf people, people in wheelchairs, and one person who sang and danced the whole way through the song. I cried when I saw the video, I miss working with these delightful souls. So I made a decision to go back to work. A friend said to me “you’ll know when you are ready ” and indeed I do.

So how have I healed?

Music has been a big part of it. Putting my headphones on and listening to my beloved music. I have let the tears flow, I have challenged myself to change my behaviour, I have walked on the beach, I have started this blog and a Facebook page. I have sewn toys and made a waistcoat and matching coat, I have helped mum and dad. I treasured every moment I have had with mum. I have let go of the past. I have been blessed enough to hear her say “you are beautiful. And I love you.” Some people don’t get to hear that in their life but I did. And I treasure it.

Have I completely healed? No but we are all a work in progress aren’t we?

Life is sometimes a big mess and all we can do is ride it out. Treasure it all.

That’s all for this week

I’m proud of you

Be kind

And remember

I love you

The effect you have on others ….not just the human kind

Today I while driving home I started to think about some people in my life that probably don’t think they have any affect on others at all. To those people, I am here to tell ,you do!

See one of those people told me of how they sat down next to a bird as it lay dying. I think of what that bird must have felt. What beauty and love was poured out on to that bird as it took its last breath.

The next feeds stray cats most days. What a gift you are. What love of those animals you have!And those cats I’m sure love you in their own cat way.

The next just by being who you are ,inspires me to stand strong in who I am.

Your love for animals. Your path of courage.

Never underestimate kindness. EVER.

You see these three people just go about their day anxiety rife. House bound most days, but I say bravo to you.

That bird thanks you

Those cats thank you

And I thank you for being YOU

Never underestimate your time. Your time given to others. There is much beauty in the world and those people I have told you all about added to it by being kind and thoughtful.

So when life is shitty and “the world says”

It’s only a bird.

They only stray cats

You are queer and don’t fit in.

Don’t believe it!

You are amazing

You are awesome

Keep doing what you are doing!!

And remember

Be kind

And I love you

R U OK?

Scrolling through Facebook today as we all do, a video popped up about the Aussie who started the organisation of R U OK? A suicide prevention charity.

The guy who started it ,died from bone cancer, in 2011. Here I am in 2019, realising that , in January this year, I said to a friend can you please check in with me in a regular basis because I’m not ok. Which they did.

I look back on these past 8 months with amazement, and feel so much gratitude for the few people who have actively checked in with me.

Our lives are so busy, we forgot the quiet ones. Who can be struggling or maybe fine.

So today I challenge you to check in with a friend you haven’t talked to for a while. See how they are going.

I’m not perfect. I go day to day feeling swamped in my life with mum and dad. Not knowing what is next for me. I still have no job , still live with my parents. Technically still homeless. But that doesn’t make me powerless, there is in some ways, a freedom in that.

So I will challenge myself to do the same.

In a world that says think only of yourself, I say

Think of others

Be kind

And remember

I love you

Standing strong

Today, I sit in the morning sunlight.

Knowing that the path I am on.

Knowing that all that I have been through has had its purpose in teaching me lots of different lessons.

This is why I write this blog.

I write it for you.

Yes, you.

I write it to help others and show them that there is light. That you will triumph.

Keep going.

Love yourself.

Go deep within yourself.

Know the real you.

The beautiful, wonderful you.

Yes you are beautiful.

Let go of the shame

Let go of the self hatred

Let go of the “but the world says I should be….”

Let go

Cry the tears

After the tears go deep in your soul where the peace is, this is where after crying I knew

I KNEW. That I was pansexual.

I let go of what my family thought I should be.

Of the shame

Of the self hatred.

You are you . Nobody can do you like you.

The quote ” be yourself, everybody else is taken” is sooooo true.

You have something the the world needs to see.

You have a gift.

You are that gift.

The world has never been changed by confirming.

The world changes because people through out history have challenged the status quo.

I believe transgender identifying people have such a gift to give the world. Nobody has seen the world like they have. From both sides of each gender. To me there is such beauty in that.

I not saying is easy because it’s not.

I’m saying stand strong and be you.

You are beautiful

You are wonderful

And remember I love you

Be kind

PTSD…..

Domestic violence has some lasting effects and they pop up at the weirdest times.

I say sorry all the time ,to lots of people ,even the blind dog who is really a statue and a donation box ( but I’ll tell you a secret I always give him a pat) I say sorry for little things . I say sorry for things I didn’t do because I didn’t think about but it was out of my control. I had turned myself inside out, changed me for an arsehole. A small minded person who thought it was their right to belittle, degrade, treat like a slave, wake up, control, etc etc etc

Sometimes it feels like it will never end. The heaviness. The depression. The loss. The anxiety. It’s important to say that I refuse to give up. So many people inspire me. Have through their story shown me that I will be ok. That the sun will shine again. That I can use it all for a lesson to become a better woman.

More beautiful

More understanding

More honest

And all the good things

So if the sun isn’t shining for you today, get a yellow pencil and a piece of paper and draw one and then write…. then sun will shine in my heart again.

And remember I love you.

What does a parents love look like?

So much is going on in my life right now , I can feel my head spin. I’m exhausted beyond what I thought I could ever cope with. Yet I am still standing.

I am trying to see the precious moments of love and joy , in whatever form they may come in.

I have had some absolutely beautiful moments with my father in the past week. Moments that I will treasure for the rest of my life. Last night we had a conversation about parents who have lesbian daughters. Now Dad is a man who doesn’t understand anything about being same sex attracted and says the rosary every night.

I was saying that as a parent you are called to “love” your child. So if they come out as gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, queer etc , you don’t get to reject them. It’s your job to love them regardless. To have their back. To hold them when their heart is broken.

For me this is what a parents love looks like.

He was telling me about his cousin, whose daughter was a lesbian, this father had gone through all the emotions. In the end he said to dad, you can get angry and not understand the fact your daughter is a lesbian, but in the end of it I realised “I love my daughter” I don’t care who she loves. She is my daughter and I love her.” This was meant so much to me.

I have endeavoured to be like this with my own children. Sometimes I do it right, sometimes I don’t. I want them to know I love them. I don’t care who they love. Unless the person is an arsehole.

The depth of my love for my own children knows no bounds. There really is no love like it.

So if you aren’t accepted by your parents.

I’m here.

Talk to me.

I’ll have your back.

I’ll hold when your heart is broken. Wipe your tears away.

Be true to who you are. The very depths of you.

And be kind.