I was driving on my way to the hairdresser this week and was overwhelmed by this feeling. You know, that indescribable feeling that is kept deep inside and sometimes swirls to the surface. It’s a heavy kind of feeling, sometimes you contain it and other times you just have to let it out.

The last time I sat down to write, I was pregnant, so.. it’s been… a while.

I’ve had another baby… well, she, Taya, is almost 2 and half and she is a wild, joyful tornado! If you can put all those words together!?

When we were in Melbourne last month, I sat and wrote a blog about being pregnant and having a baby. I chose not to post it because, to be honest, it was pretty negative. I came to the point where I realised after writing the blog that, fear is so ugly, but focus is powerful.

I can’t believe we completed the first term of Kindy. The lead up to Piper starting school was really tough for me. I remember every time I thought about the possibility of Piper going to school, the fear took over my body and I felt physically sick. The thought of...

It’s still a foreign thought to me, that I actually wrote a book. I only told two people because I didn’t want to declare something, and like everything in my life, never stick at it for a long time.

I was reluctant to write this, but here I am being vulnerable, hoping it can encourage someone. It’s R U OKAY day and this is my story with mental illness.

When was the last time you actually sat in stillness? When you just sat in quiet, in God’s presence.

Lately, I have been having a bit of an identity crisis. I have been allowing how people see me, or think of me, or how I think they think of me, to define me. When you hear someone say something about you, do you think that is you? Like that is who you are?

While I don’t fully know what Piper hears without the hearing aid on, it has been described to us like being at a loud concert wearing head phones.