I am a published Author.
“She is the volcano erupting and the flowers in your hair. Celebrate her.”
When I decided to be a part of this book writing adventure, I was so fucking nervous. Who am I to share a story. Who do I think I am to be a part of this? I am not anyone or anything important. What possible story could I share.
All the thoughts went through my mind, and obviously I had plenty of fucking stories to share. We all do! YES, even you. We all have a chapter or a whole book we can place into words and let other people’s eyes explore.
Writing for me was my favouite subjet in high school, and is still obviously a huge passion of mine. I seriously need to share more. Write more. Spew the words onto the paper. They are screaming to be seen, heard, felt.
“I lost myself in the chaos of parenthood, trauma and the expectations of who I am supposed to be.”
My family were just so excited for me, and I mean my husband and kids. We had been on the road travelling Australia when I decided to sign up for this so no one knew. It was something I held tight and explored in my mind all the time. The words I might write. What was calling to be heard. I needed to make sure it was something I wanted to be seen, that the part of me that needed to be printed was the right one.
I know, I know, I have some huge stories to tell but this one I just really craved making sure it was right. Not in a sense of perfect but the energy was right.
We often discussed on the long days travelling my chapter. I could have written about Winnie and all the health things, and I did. But then I just deleted it and decided to write something else.
I have huge urges come over me at random tims of day to just word vomit. Onto the paper. Words. Sentences. All the emotions and tails that are swirling in my heart space, bouncing and pushing to be shared.
I ripped apart the tale of family. My parents. Our relationship. My grandparents. I wrote and wrote. But that wasn’t it. That wasn’t the chapter.
I felt so much relief, and joy as I wrote all these words like they were definitely a part of my chapter but the steps to my chapter. A path way to the deep soul that need to be seen.
Her.
I was travelling through the transition of yet another solar return as they all say. My day of birth incoming, and deep reflections dropping on the steps we had taken. The steps, the leaps, and the bounds that had delivered us to here. The Queensland coast.
It has been big. Fucking big for us. When you have that quiet time to reflect, it really hits home. More layers coming off as you settle back into the ‘NORMAL’ (But what even is that now) and slowly adjust to knowing yourself.
Outside the trauma. The hospital walls. The caravan. Like you really get to know yourself again. Who the actual fuck am I is the new space you float into. It is that awkward stage, and then being in a bubble of becoming an author. Life gets kind of surreal. Real surreal. All the words float through and then you do the whole “I can’t publish” That self-doubt the little fuck rolls in and all of a sudden, I was so fucking worried about what others would think of ME.
I don’t even think of people. Who would even read this chapter? But also, who fucking cares?
It is so weird how caught we get in that worry of what others are thinking and doing. When in fact it does not matter. I am human yes, just like you so do not ever think you lack anything.
The book is officially released tomorrow October 10th 2025, and it is wild to think that my words are in a book floating around the world. Landing on your bookshelves and being held in your hands.
Writing is dead set a huge passion of mine, and like I said I will continue to do my best to get on this blog. Get the words out. I also have poetry I need to get onto paper. I know I write thing’s like that.
I think words help my intuition opn up and flow too. It is like a portal inside me opens up and the water just flows freely. Knocking away the rubble, and realigning with what is needed. Lighting up my soul.
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For now, strap in as 22 women share their words with you in this beautiful collaboration.
Anthologia.