And I want others to experience it too.
On the surface, I’m your regular run-of-the-mill girl next door. I walk my giant dog, run around after my toddler, watch too much Netflix, spend Sunday mornings on the couch with vegemite toast, drinking coffee, Instagram-ing and Pinterest-ing in my pj’s. I am very content. I am exactly where I want to be.
Except it wasn’t always this way.
In my mid-twenties I found myself without a place to call home and alone for the first time as an adult after a break up from a long term relationship. There was no time to process any of it as my family shattered and I became their rock, supporting everyone but myself.
I was worn down, burnt out, anxious, emotionally drained and full of self-doubt about who I was and where my life was headed.
I felt weirdly stuck and adrift all at the same time.
In search of answers, I tried all the things, yoga, meditation, gratitude journaling, read all the self-help books, joined the gym, started long-distance running, travelling. . . everything. Nothing worked.
Eventually, I turned to what I knew best - my creativity. I tunnelled inwards. Went all in on art-making and journaling. A whole lot of mindset shifting happened and inside those pages, I learnt to become my own caregiver, my self-doubt shifted, there was clarity and quiet confidence I had never felt before.
I soon realised that creative journaling had become my soul medicine.