Self Ownership

What does it really mean? I grew up in a small sized society, completely patriarchal, (falsely) religious. I grew up in a normal family, went to school and university, been a good friend, partner, daughter, employee. I did everything right. How come though, that I found myself turning 30 feeling miserable? In my whole life … Continue reading Self Ownership

Invisible Illness

Tomorrow, I will be released from the psychiatric hospital. I’ve been here a month, facing down my demons and learning how to rebuild a life torn apart by a brain that doesn’t work quite as it should. My diagnosis is printed, stamped, and signed — the only benchmarks that matter in making something offiziell here in Germany. … Continue reading Invisible Illness

Casual Terror.

Trapped inside, controlled morally postponed. I wait.   Not going out, The fear creating doubt, I resist, it grows. I wait.   Letting go of it all trusting in the uncomfortable fall, to freedom. I wait.   Open your mind, your heart and your soul, watch, exposed as life can now unfold.   Now, able … Continue reading Casual Terror.

Meditation Snippet no.6 – Visualisation

Visualisations in meditation are often a really useful way of inviting in and embodying new perspectives, feelings and emotions. It can help lighten your load by seeing how the power of your imagination and thoughts can change how you feel at that very moment. It gives you that motivation to change your thoughts when you … Continue reading Meditation Snippet no.6 – Visualisation

Healing Death Trauma with Psychedelics

I have been using plant medicines and other psychedelics for many years now. And for the last 3 years, they have been the main focus of many aspects of my life. I have been on a journey of learning and self-discovery because of my interest in them, and have been catapulted into an amazingly fascinating … Continue reading Healing Death Trauma with Psychedelics

Back to known hoods

  Going back Is actually sometimes going forwards When you know the faces And the places The streets, the traffic The noise, the scents Which way the wind blows The time you have to Wrap your scarf once more The memories that jump in front of you Sensations which awakened And which not. This time. … Continue reading Back to known hoods