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I’m a woman on the verge

Women on the Verge is a wonderful community of women, not afraid to speak their minds, coming from all walks of life and spread over the world. All wonderful women with stories to tell, experiences to share and most of all very supportive of each other.

It is an honour to be part of this wonderful community. I’d never joined one before but I’m glad I was introduced to WOTV. Wish I had more time to chat to all of them and in particular  Ana, it’s been a funny year, so much happening !I created my first post on their site, never realising how much I’d love it and how liberating it would be.

I’ve always found writing a good way to exorcise pain. As a novelist I write fiction, although there’s a little piece in me in everything I write and I don’t mean the blood, sweat and tears…Writing blogs posts on WOTV prompted me to start my own blog. Sharing experiences and pain lightened my soul and it’s amazing the response you get when you opened to people.

I’ve often been in tears because of it. Even if you only help one person by writing about abuse, heartache, grief… it’s a blessing. We all have a voice and experiences to share, it’s a powerful and amazing way to help each others.Long live women on the verge!
So go have a look :

http://www.womenontheverge.net/

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When food is no longer food…

When food is used for comfort, to numb your feelings, the emptiness inside of you or the rage firing  you up.

When you no longer eat because you want to disappear, you no longer want to be seen.You want to stop the hurting and escape the perverts.

When you don’t know any better or don’t care, because eating junk is much easier , only to find you can never satisfy this hunger for fast food, you always want more of it.

When you spiral out of control and it’s so hard to rid yourself of all the emotional problems that pushed you into anorexia / bulimia.

When you become so ill, eating becomes yet another challenge.

So many reasons why food no longer is about eating and becomes the focus of your problems, masking the real issues.

Food for thought

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understanding eating disorders :  http://www.b-eat.co.uk/Home

Coming from some place

  • Where  do you come from ?
  • Does it define you ?
  • What if you were born there by accident ?
  • What if you ‘d never actually lived there ?
  • What if that place has some hurtful connection ?

Why do people put so much importance on where you were born ?

Where do you come from? Oh, but where were you born ?

I was born in some place, it is not where I come from !

It does not define , should not define me !

I was only a baby who came into this world too early, by accident

This place, forever associated with me, because it appears on all my documents.

So don’t change your perception of me once you learn where I come from, because you’d be wrong and I’m so tired of having to justify myself, my roots or my nationality !

So think about it next time you harass some poor soul…but where do you come from…really …?

related post :

https://elleamberley.wordpress.com/2010/03/03/the-expat-childor-is-the-grass-really-greener/


Too much information

Sometimes, watching the news unfold can be all too overwhelming.

So much suffering, hatred, violence…

Why does the society we live in behave in such a way?

  • A woman finds herself, pursued by a man and forced to perform fellatio on him.It’s the middle of the night, in a deserted street in France.
  • Her crime, she overtook him.
  • Reactions to an article reporting this appalling incident included crude remarks, forgetting the horror of the situation.
  • Tweets abounded on Twitter, some rather disgusting.
  • Cheap comments on how she should have done this or that, easy to say when you haven’t been in this situation.

Sometimes, it’s nice to take a step back and go back to your own reality.I have my own battle with health to

fight and my lovely children to look after.

Being passionate, at times, hurts too much and saps your energy.There is only so much one person can do.

It is often my downfall to care too much and to get too involved.

Luckily, I have someone by my side who reminds me to look after myself.

I look at my children whom I want to give all I’ve got, all the energy I have.

  • We can all do our bit to contribute to a better world, on our own and also united.
  • We should always remember to respect each other.
  • I believe in humanity, I am also a dreamer.
  • A dreamer like John Lennon singing “Imagine…”

So, I won’t stop caring, obviously.I’ll just try and remember to

take better care of myself and I certainly will not forget to

spend precious time with my children.

why talk about it ?

As a child, I kept quiet, I was frightened, didn’t know who to trust, felt ashamed and also far too proud.
I’ve learned that the more you open up to other people,the more they’ ll open up to you.The more you talk about abuse, the more awareness is raised.Others  take comfort in knowing they’re not alone and didn’t bring the abuse on themselves as they were made to feel.
My friends always say I’m a rock.I’m not!
I can be strong but deep down I’m vulnerable and fragile.It’s all about learning how to deal with it and finding that special person whom you can bare your soul to, accepting your vulnerable side makes you stronger.


Writing is a great healer to me, it helps me to organise my thoughts and making them even clearer than before