I’ve been in residential housing for a month now, and it’s been a strange mix of silence, routine, and learning how to hold onto myself in a place that doesn’t quite fit me. I’m writing again — poetry, reflections, little pieces of truth — because it’s the one thing that still feels like freedom. I’m…
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Piha Trip
It’s a long time since I have taken photos. I went on a car drive with my MHP today. It was a pleasant drive. I popped into a dairy I used to go to in Glen Eden. Nothing much has changed. The Waitakere’s are as green as every and they remind me of the reason…
My Countdown Shop for the Week (Living on Optislim + $110 Budget)
Today I’m doing something a little different — I’m taking you with me on my weekly shop. I printed out my list this morning (yes, I’m trying to be organised for once), and I’m heading to Countdown this afternoon with a simple goal: Stick to my $110 budget, keep everything easy, and build my meals…
Life in Residential Housing
I’ve been in residential housing for a month now, and it’s a strange kind of in‑between place. Not unsafe, not dramatic — just quiet, awkward, and full of routines that don’t feel like mine. My flatmate and I barely speak. We cross paths at meds time, nod politely, and then disappear back into our own…
To You
I wrote this during the weeks my son’s father was in hospital. It’s a piece from a time when everything felt fragile. This was also many decades ago. Your life has been a challenge, and still the battle goes on Think of yourself as a warrior and that the fight has almost won Remember you’ve…