Swearing. It’s the great Aussie pastime, right up there with cricket, complaining about the heat, and pretending to know how superannuation works. Once reserved for the docks and the back of the pub, it’s now part of everyday speech for all ages. Even the birds are cursing. I find it very intriguing that there appear […]
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As a redhead, a Gemini, and someone blessed (or cursed, depending on the day) with bipolar disorder, it’s fair to say I’m a passionate woman. That passion can become a fire very quickly. Fortunately, my dear husband (DH) is milder and more patient. If I am the flame, he is the aqueous film-forming foam that
Let’s talk about fitted sheets. Specifically, the Herculean task of getting one onto a mattress without completely losing your dignity. I swear, the people who design fitted sheets must reside in some parallel universe where all beds are perfectly rectangular, mattresses weigh nothing, and gravity itself is just a mild suggestion because, in my world,
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Ah, headphones. What a wild ride they’ve had over the years. From the bulky, clunky earmuffs with enough wire to tie down a small animal to the sleek, wireless earbuds that disappear into people’s ears like some modern sorcery. And don’t even get me started on noise-cancelling headphones—those things block out more drama than a
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I’m the type of person who finds comfort in schedules, colour-coded calendars, and neatly organised to-do lists. I thrive on structure. You know the type—if it’s not in the diary, it’s not happening. I’ve even been known to add things I’ve already done to my list just so I can tick them off. There’s a
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Alright, let’s get real for a second. Parenting is hard enough when you’re a fully functioning adult who remembers to put the bins out on the right day. Now, throw in a dash of bipolar disorder, and you’ve got yourself a real adventure—one minute, you’re planning to homeschool the kids, raise goats, and grow organic
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As a 47-year-old career woman, wife and mum to a 22yo still living at home, managing my life with bipolar disorder feels like juggling superpowers I didn’t ask for. Some days, I’m fighting alongside my inner Iron Man; other days, I’m wrestling with my own personal Venom, trying to keep it all together. It’s a
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When I was first diagnosed with bipolar disorder in my early twenties, “the digital age” meant owning a flip phone. If you were really cutting-edge, maybe you had internet access on it (and by internet, I mean waiting ten minutes for a page to load). Fast forward to now, and there’s not much I haven’t
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Let’s be honest—managing bipolar disorder is complicated enough on its own. But throw work into the mix, and things can get tricky very fast. Between the manic highs, where you’re buzzing with energy and ideas, and the depressive lows, where even replying to an email feels like climbing a mountain, it can feel like you’re
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For over 30 years, I’ve been navigating life with bipolar disorder. It’s been a long road of ups, downs, and everything in between, but I always believed that learning was the key to a more fulfilling life. Learning how to manage my emotions, learning to spot the warning signs of a manic episode, learning how
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