Toss the tampons, embrace your moon-cup.

P-E-R-I-O-D-S

I have debated back and forth whether or not to write this post. For most of my friends, we have entered a real phase of acknowledging that our periods are real and not something we should be ashamed of. For the generation above us though (strictly excluding any beloved hippy relatives), it isn’t something you speak about.

img_2965My mother freaks OUT whenever I mention my period. I speak quite openly about it, not at dinner or with my Boss – but I sure as hell am comfortable talking to my Husband about it (a taboo act, if you ask Mum).

Even though I knew I could talk to my Mum about this ‘change’, I still wasn’t ready for my period to show up. One day I was playing freely in the backyard, the next I was panicking about having become a woman, while saying ‘You’re a woman now, time to grow up’ in the mirror repeatedly (look, I wish I had made that up for dramatic effect, but it really happened).

In fact, I decided to just ignore my first period, a week of excruciating pain and bleeding and I just ignored it. I wish I hadn’t of ignored it though, Mum was well prepared, with a bag stashed away in her cupboard, filled with all items available to you in 1998. In terms of open conversation, however, that was the start and end of it. Mum passed the bag along, gave me a pretty thorough drill-down on the situation, on hygiene and that was it.img_2961

You’re looking at about six months for a tampon to decompose, and even then the amount of water and natural/man-made resources to do so is massive. Also, I f*cking HATE paying for them. 10,000 tampons at an average of $5 for a box of 16 organic tampons and I am looking at around $3,000 for single-use cotton tampons, packed in individual plastic each, and that estimate is grossly under what it has actually cost.

Little did we know that by the time I was 14 I would have the sort of periods which would disable me to the point I couldn’t go to school (thanks, Endometriosis), or that I would be in a constant state of panic in my school skirts. I have not been blessed with a polite, feminine period – rather I have the type of monthly event where it is clear my uterus is throwing a freaking tantrum at having not gotten pregnant for another month.

img_2963When I turned 32 I decided I was sick of tampons and pads and all of the plastic and just the whole show of it all. After 20 years of periods and roughly 6-8 tampons a day, with a 5-7 day period every 28 days (like clockwork, actually) it works out to be approximately 10,000 tampons I have used in my lifetime. TEN THOUSAND TAMPONS. Sure, I use the organic cotton kind but they still come wrapped up in plastic. Not to mention they go into landfill or down the loo (you can flush tampons, I’ve checked with my Plumber Hubby).

Providing you pick the right cup you should not need to change it more often than every 12 hours. That said, if you do experience heavier periods, than you may like to wear a liner on your heavier days. Ideally, the best/cleanest/most hygienic way to change them is in the shower. I have been using mine for around a year now, and only in a few cases of emergency have I needed to use a tampon here and there.

There is no shortage of brands out there, and I have no alignment to any particular product. When you are doing your research though, some of the things you might like to consider are the material, firmness, capacity, size, cup shape, stem design, air holes and quality and safety.img_2968

They can be messy (which is why the shower is my go-to), the fitting changes from brand to brand, getting used to inserting the cup can take a bit of practice and trial and error! (this goes for the removal as well), and you do need to maintain your moon cup and ensure you sterilise it correctly.

They’re easy to use, they are convenient, they save costs, there are the environmental benefits, there is no odour, there are health benefits, you don’t need to replace them as often, they’re quite comfortable and they’re movement-friendly!

Biome sells the Diva Cup, which is one of the brands I have used – you can find the link here.

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Travel Diary (Day 22) – Oslo to Edinburgh

Day 22 11/10 – Oslo – Edinburgh

EUROPE - 3231We had an early morning to head back to the Oslo Airport and make our flight to Scotland. The excitement of heading to Scotland was there, but we were also really quite sad about leaving this amazing country. If you are travelling in and out of Oslo, I couldn’t recommend the Oslo FlyToGet service any higher. It will cost you far less than other modes of transport, the buses and trains are really comfortable and you’re guaranteed to get to your destination.

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We lugged our massive (seriously, those backpacks were such a mistake!) to Oslo Airport and soaked in the little time we had left. Our boarding time was not until after lunch, so I had time to do some photo back-ups, FaceTime my family and also have a couple of cheeky wines.

Our flight was only an hour and a half and by lunchtime, we were flying over Scotland! We had a lot to see in our short amount of time in Scotland so we hit the ground running. We dropped our luggage off at our Premier Inn on Princess Street, went for a walk, grabbed coffees and kept on walking. We walked all the way through and to Old Town and again had the same feeling we did when we were in Oslo, wishing we had of had more time in this beautiful city!

Guinness and Whisky was our next step and as we sat down and soaked in the foot traffic along Edinburgh’s beautiful cobblestone streets, the surprise dimly lit alleyways and of course the imposing castle!

Edinburgh’s Old Town has been a UNESCO World Heritage site since the mid-nineties and I honestly felt as though I had stepped back in time. Victoria Street is absolutely gorgeous and rumour has it that it is the inspiration behind Harry Potter’s Diagon Alley.

We quickly decided that what we should do, is go on a Haunted tour through Edinburgh. Sounds like such a great idea after a few drinks, but by the time the sun disappeared, I have to admit I was seriously getting spooked out (and excited!). We decided to go with City of the Dead tours, it seemed to have the most comprehensive detail on their website, and we just hoped it wasn’t corny or had the tour guide dressed as a vampire or anything ridiculous.

EUROPE - 2101The tour itself was really spooky, especially when our tour guide (who was fantastic and not dressed like a B-grade Drama Student) would dull her candle or turn her torch off. I think the closest I came to losing my mind is when we were underground. There is a reason why this tour group has been named Britain’s Best Ghost Walk, it is so well done, very spooky (without it being over the top) and really highlights the fact that truth is always scarier and stranger than fiction!

Some fun facts about Edinburgh (hold onto your butts here)…

Ghost hunters and Psychics have long said that Edinburgh is one of the most haunted places in the world.

Hundreds of ‘witches’ were burnt at the stake during the witchcraft frenzy of the 17th century.

The underground vaults (absolutely the scariest place I have ever been) used to be the home for the poorest people in Edinburgh, as well as vagrants, thieves, sex workers and those with only the darkest of intentions.

Greyfriars Kirkyard is a graveyard which dates back to the 16th century and being there was just horrifying. Many claim that they are attacked by malevolent spirits. G walked right up to the back of one of the scarier cells. I feel things a little more deeply than G, so I was on high alert for most of the tour, I kept trying to lock down my mind and heart from racing (which took a lot of slow breathing and counting).

You can book a tour with City of the Dead here.

EUROPE - 2050Once we finished our tour we walked back down through Old Town, back to our hotel and off to sleep – ready to explore more of Edinburgh the following day before we drove to Glasgow!

Edinburgh I hope to come back one day and spend a week or so in your beautiful city!

x Courtney x

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Oslo, Norway

Day 21, Wednesday 10/10

Waking up this morning knowing we had reached the end of our Hurtigruten adventure was bitter-sweet. We never like ending a cruise, but we had experienced such a wonderful time and we were excited to see what was next.

Thankfully we booze-packed our luggage the night before. So when we woke up it was really just our carry-on we needed to have sorted. Due to a miscommunication on our end, we were not out of our room by 8am as you should be and so we were in a bit of a mad rush to get sorted. G had already started looking at the weather in Oslo, to see if we would be getting back to warmer weather!

After we left the boat and headed to the bus which would take us to the airport, I was able to hug and give a kiss on the cheek to the exploration director, she was absolutely wonderful and I think she made the trip as good as it was!

Our bus ride to the airport was another cramped experience. Honestly, as majestic as the return trip would have been on our cruise, I think I am in desperate need for some wide-open spaces and need to get away from lines and crowds and rudeness and staring (seriously, four days is about my limit).

During our booze-packing last night, I seemed to have the insight that my luggage would absolutely be over the 20kg limit. We are flying with Norwegian Air Shuttle and I think this is the airline with the least amount of luggage permissible. I bought an extra two kg’s and thankfully came in with 400grams to spare. We cooled our heels at the airport for a couple of hours and we were able to say goodbye to our wonderful dinner buddies, Ros and Wendy – two beautiful souls from Adelaide who we had connected with on the trip.

As terrible as this sounds, honestly knowing we would not have to handle the aggressive behaviour and poor social skills of 75% of the guests on the ship had the same effect on us as too much champagne. As we boarded our bus and drove off towards the airport it was bitter-sweet. We could not believe that this journey which we had waited years for, was over. Just like that. What an adventure!

Once we made it to the incredibly tiny airport in Kirkenes, we had a few hours to wait before our flight. Our flight to Oslo was quite quick and to look out the window and see the beautiful landscape change so drastically was amazing. I guess given the 1800km stretch of land between Kirkenes and Oslo, was roughly the same as Cairns to Brisbane (with very little change in the landscape in comparison in terms of seasonal change), it was mind-blowing to see such huge changes.

Landing in Oslo was amazing, that airport is just phenomenal. We had less than 24 hours in Oslo and given our exhaustion we were so glad we had decided on the train into town for our very brief stay.

As we carried our gigantic backpacks, day packs and all of our de-robed jackets/scarfs through the streets we immediately realised that Oslo was a city we would return to one day. After spending a week in very cold, sparse areas of Norway it seemed a shame that we had only one night in Oslo.

We made it to our hotel, immediately received a room upgrade (this was so welcomed and so appreciated!) and then I decided to spend an hour in the shower. Washing, scrubbing, exfoliating, shaving (!) and basically stretching out in the gigantic shower-bath. I typically hate shower-baths, but after very cramped quarters on the ship, I was so excited to be able to reach behind my knees!

I decided to accompany my shower with 90’s music, a bottle of Limoncello (had only intended for a small glass but once I realised the extent of my wild-woman body-hair, the bottle quickly became necessary. An hour slipped away easily and as I emerged feeling like some glamorous, post-Arctic-circle siren – I threw my thermal leggings in the bin, dumped my empty Limoncello bottle on top of it, threw my hair into a top-knot and was ready for our express Oslo tour!

NB: ‘Tour’ means us legging it for as far as we can go in one direction, then coming home. Usually involves several stops at drinking establishments. Always completely worth it, as we always come across the prettiest places and sights, and all for free when you’re walking!

 

Our walk was warm and pretty and we could visibly see the seasons changing and I wasn’t wearing thermals! Yay! We hoofed it to Kampen and then walked back to Tøyen and then found ourselves standing outside what would quickly become Grant’s favourite part of Oslo. Way Down South. Hello, American BBQ. After all of the fish which I had consumed, and the Sheep’s Head we quickly tried to forget, it was for the best that my red-blooded man had come across a restaurant famed for their trays of meat.

*Edit – I have since become a vegetarian and I also believe that eating my weight in salmon and also seeing my Husband consume the head of a sheep had something to do with it. Oh, and the white/blood sausage, but that’s for a future post!

EUROPE - 947The hospitality was amazing, it was our favourite thing to do – banter with the Owner and Staff (our highlight was meeting the lovely Jim himself, enjoy delicious food, enjoy each others company and then go for a long and slightly tipsy walk home. We both left with our amazing #stretchypants t-shirts, full bellies and without the guilt, we perhaps should have felt, about scarfing down American style ‘Family Pickins’ platter BBQ in Norway.

Oslo was such a brief stop and I would be lying if I said I didn’t think of it often. One day I hope to return and spend a lot longer in Norway, explore the family heritage and throw ourselves into everything this beautiful country has to offer.

Thank you, Norway, for everything you shared with us, for all of your beautiful sights and for planting within us a seed to revisit. It will take us a few years (maybe ten or twenty) but we WILL be back!

Thank you for reading my post! I am a Brisbane based creative and blogger. I do not receive payment for my blogging, and in the event, I have been gifted any products and items, I will always mention this. I live with my Husband, make hand-crafted household and personal eco-friendly items, accessories, and provide photographic services when requested.

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Honningsvåg, the North Cape, fish ice-cream & the Aurora Borealis

Day 20 – Tuesday 9/10

Each morning we woke up, to the slow rattle and roll of our beautiful ship, the MS Kong Harald pulling into port, we knew another incredible adventure was ahead of us. We chose to travel in Autumn, so the fact we had seen as much snow as what we had, was incredible. There were many hours where we would lay sideways in our bed and just stare out of our window, completely amazed by what we were looking at.

EUROPE - 7270It was hard to believe we had already reached day 5 of our trip. It seemed that this amazing adventure we had waited so long for, was going past so quickly. We wanted to embrace each and every moment and with relative whiplash looking from one side of Norway to the other, our eyes were drunk with beauty.

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Today was the day we would get to visit the North Cape, Nordkapp – the beautiful home to Honningsvåg. As awful as this is going to sound, the relief we felt when we were able to get off the ship and board an English-speaking bus away from the mass population of incredibly rude, pushy, eyes-for-Christmas people we had spent nearly a week within our small quarters, was invigorating!

Honestly, I think we had the best tour guide, he was so passionate and absolutely nothing on this Earth grabs my interest and inspires me than learning about a place from a local with stars in their eyes. It reminds me that although some people think that taking tours is not ‘authentic’ enough, I disagree with you completely. Having someone who loves where they are from, enough to share it with you is the epitome of travel and experience, really absorbing the location you are in.

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Nordkapp sits at latitude 71°10’21” N and safe to say it is the furthermost North I have ever been, or am likely to ever go! We knew that in terms of tourism, this particular location is known as a tourist trap, and it is expensive but it is beautiful. As I write this, I can see my beautiful Sami-made Christmas decoration on my tree and I have absolutely no issues with the cost we faced to visit this place. It was AMAZING. Our bus trip was around 30-45 minutes up the mountain to the visitor’s centre. We were still completely blown away to see snow wherever we looked.

Nordkapp was eye-opening and I would have loved to have spent more time in the Sami-district, but seeing as we only had a day in the area, that unfortunately was not an option. Grant and I made our way away from the crowd when we got off the bus – heading straight out to the point and avoiding the visitor centre and the actual monument. With hundreds of people up there, we preferred to enjoy the beautiful view, have a view moments without interruption and avoid the reality that it was definitely a tourist butterfly-net. It was worth it, completely. It was completely overwhelming to realise where we were, what we were experiencing and to try and imagine all of the people before us over hundreds of years who had visited the area.

We only had a short time in Nordkapp but I can honestly say, that as we exited the bus and headed back towards the ship, I was really dreading leaving such a beautiful place, the most northern place I had ever been to and one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen. I think our kisses at the most northern point of Europe would stay with us for quite a while!

EUROPE - 6669This was also a pretty terrible day to realise that although my boots were great for hiking, they were 100% inappropriate for ice, I cannot count how many times I nearly completely stacked it!

So, some fun facts about Nordkapp, which we were told by our incredible tour guide:

  • Nordkapp is not actually the northernmost point of Europe, the neighbouring Knivskjellodden is 1457m further north.
  • In approximately 1664, the first tourist was reported to have climbed the plateau, he was an Italian Priest and it took him more than two years to make his journey.
  • The first group travel was arranged in 1875 for 24 participants.

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This destination is certainly expensive but it is absolutely beautiful and I figured that if we were going to travel all that way, only to stay on the boat and not go on the journey, it would have been a missed opportunity.

The entrance fee is 275NOK, which is around $45AUD – you will pay more to go on an organised tour, but the climb is steep and the tour guide is a local and is passionate – so well worth it if you can afford it.

Once we made our way back down the mountain and back onto the ship for our final leg of our Hurtigruten journey we finally tried the Brown Cheese and Stockfish flavoured ice-cream on board the ship (unusual, but not all that unpleasant), rugged up with warm drinks and waited for our chance to see the Aurora Borealis.

I had already been asleep for an hour when G came and woke me up once they were showing, I had the wrong lens on the camera and was totally out of it. However, you can see my very very amateur shots below!

Thank you for reading my post! I am a Brisbane based creative and blogger. I do not receive payment for my blogging, and in the event, I have been gifted any products and items, I will always mention this. I live with my Husband, make hand-crafted household and personal eco-friendly items, accessories, and provide photographic services when requested.

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Extreme Engagement, and why #couplegoals is toxic.

I treated Extreme Engagement the way I treat a packet of Tim-Tam’s, greedily, by myself and with audible exclamations.

Filmmaker, multi-award winning cameraman, journalist & television presenter Tim Noonan and United Nations award-winning reporter, producer, writer and news anchor together are the brains and (phenomenal) skills behind Extreme Engagement.

This show, which if you haven’t watched yet, get on it (!), premiered on Netflix this week and it is incredible. At first, I was a little worried I would be sitting down to some fluffy Bachelorette-typed love story with a couple swanning around to different destinations.

Wrong. There is no swanning. This is travel at its rawest and this is a couple who spent two years apart following their engagement. My husband and I were long-distance for around 18 months and when we were together we had struggled over small things. I can only imagine the volcano it would have been if we were in the middle of nowhere, struggling with language and not sure how to communicate with one another.

I know that I get the shits if he takes me somewhere he has been before, my mind kicks into overdrive – who was he here with, what memories does he already have here, why does he want to come back.

Sidenote: I am a far more jealous human being than either Tim or PJ, as is my Husband and so this 12-month experiment would have lasted approximately one week and I would have packed my bag and bailed out to the comfort of my home.

I think it is important to travel with your significant other. Not just on some all-you-can-eat, booze-infused trip, but head somewhere together where you are both out of your depth. This will challenge you to work together or work against each other. Take a deep breath before you lose your shit in the underground because neither of you speaks French and you can’t read the signs (me).

When I finished this show (and desperately wanted more), I realised that there is no such thing as #couplegoals, and there really shouldn’t be. We all have our own journey’s and our own adventures, arguments, highs and lows.

Thank you for sharing your journey with us, it was raw and realistic and I have never empathised with a couple more through the t.v. It affords you that very rare opportunity to see both sides of the coin and it challenges your beliefs, stand-point and any pre-conceived stance you may have.

IMG_2892When I was watching this it reminded me that fighting with your significant other does not mean we are compatible. It’s how you approach disagreements and troubles in your relationship that matters. Screaming and losing your shit doesn’t mean you don’t belong together. Choosing to work through it, work out your problem-solving approach and how you come back together after a disagreement is what matters.

I wouldn’t change my relationship for anything in this world, and PJ and Tim sharing their lives in this binge-worthy show only reinforced this for me.

I won’t offer any spoilers, but honestly, this journey was amazing from start to finish – I binged it over a Thursday night and finished it on my Friday lunch-break. It left me wanting more, I have the utmost respect for both Tim and PJ and I wish them all the happiness and love in the world.

Also, pretty sure my next holiday needs to be to Yanaba, immediately.

To watch Extreme Engagement click here.

x Courtney x

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Organic Beauty Wipes – worth the hype?

I have long been the woman who uses her fingers to put makeup on, has the one brush for anything in powder form, and approaches skincare like a male farmer in his fifties (water and soap, right?).

I know that I should have started a skin-care regime years ago, lord knows my mother encouraged me too (sorry, Mum). Every now and then I have been somewhat committed but then, of course, I get bored with the whole thing. My bathroom is smaller than most people’s, the counter surface is minimal and the last thing I need is 50-thousand different products cluttering up the area, so anything deemed excessive or complicated gets the boot when I am cleaning.

Recently I decided to add to my collection of sewn products and try my hand at beauty wipes, and you guys I – AM – CONVERTED!

I have used these beautiful wipes for cleanser, exfoliant, toner, in applying and removing face mask products, I have even used them as nail polish remover pads.

If you are at all interested in making a purchase, I would be so thankful and chuffed! Free Domestic postage is available, Afterpay is available and $1 from each sale is going to Black Rainbow Australia for the month of June, I really want to crack my $100 fundraising goal!

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Who do I think I am?

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Genealogy has always been fascinating to me. I loved to hear stories from my Mum and Dad about where we had originally come from. You see, they were just stories passed down from generation to generation. I longed to have the family history I had read about in Looking for Alibrandi. I wanted to have family recipes, old photos, old love letters. Anything that I could build on, stories I could share.

When I met my now-Husband he had stories of his Dad when he lived back in Ireland, how he grew up, what he overcame, and of course how he came to live in Australia.

When I was little I knew that we were ‘Irish’, as in Dad’s family line had come from Ireland (a long, long, long time ago). I used to take this and my red hair would make sense to me (only one in the family!), I believed my pale skin and my freckles were as a result of my heritage. Having a name with a ‘y’ and an ‘e’ where they really didn’t need to be made sense. Our Mum would tell us stories that her Dad had told her, and his Dad before him – about the Scottish and Norwegian heritage on her side.

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I have managed to trace my Paternal side back to Patrick Byrnes, who arrived in Australia as a convict in the mid 19th Century, my maternal side is very well tracked due to the Service records held from WW1 and WW2. So whilst administratively I have been able to put together some form of a family tree, the genetic side of things has been much trickier. Like a good fiction book, I come from a line of ‘I am not your sister, I am your Mum’, ‘Yes your name is XYZ, but I had a baby before you and named them XYZ before adopting them out’, and ‘Oh yeah, your Mum died, so I married her sister, who has the same name as you’. Seriously – it would make one hell of a book!

This search was to determine our genetic roots, it was so important to me to be able to have a foundation to build off. When I have children of my own, I want to be able to pinpoint their heritage. It is harder when your people have been in Australia for as long as ours have. I am really excited to pull apart the results and go through them!

Have you done your DNA testing? Did you have any surprises?

x Courtney x

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Lemon Delicious – my Paleo Lemon Curd 🍋 🍋 🍋

🍋 I adore Lemon Curd. Lemon Butter. Lemon Meringue. Lemon Tart. Lemon Water. Lemons. All of the lemon varieties.

There is just something alluring with the bitter + sweet collision any lemon desserts bring.

After consuming my body weight in homemade lemon butter before Christmas last year, I decided that I needed to find a better approach. I’ve tried other sweeteners, but I find the fake stuff to be too chemically in its taste and the natural sweeteners I find to be a little overwhelming with their taste.

So, I decided to try a few different kinds of honey. This has been a real trial and error process, but I can honestly say that my latest batch is my favourite. I was fortunate enough to be able to make this batch with organic lemons and organic free-range eggs from my brother and my Mum, which I think makes it even more special that this was the batch that finally worked!

Ingredients

  • 1 tablespoon of fresh lemon zest
  • .5 cups of freshly squeezed lemon juice
  • 3 medium to large eggs
  • .3 cup of organic honey (you can use less for a more tart experience or more for sweeter. Remember that the honey is your only sweetener here so your taste will be quite personal)
  • 6 tablespoons of fractionated coconut oil

Method

  1. Zest the lemons, placing the zest aside into one bowl
  2. Juice the lemons (trust me, you do not want to try and zest an already-juiced lemon)
  3. Place the eggs, honest and lemon zest into a small to a medium saucepan, whisk gently (be sure not to split the mixture, stir it gently and make sure your yolks have been separated)
  4. Stir mixture over the low heat until the mixture is slightly thickened (the best way to test this is to lift your whisk above the pot and see if the mixture is slightly sticky as it drips)
  5. Once the mixture is a pale yellow and thickened (as above), slowly pour your mixture of oil & lemon juice in, one tablespoon at a time (a rough estimate from a pouring jug will be fine!), ensuring you continue to gently whisk the mixture.
  6. Continue whisking the mixture until it begins to gently bubble, this can take a while so no need to stir vigorously, just take your time and do not let the mixture burn.
  7. I like to can my curds, so if you are doing this, make sure you rinse any glass jars with hot water and sterilise in the oven before pouring your lemon butter into it.
  8. Make sure you strain the mixture before you store it, to ensure you have no cooked egg lumps or any lemon zest in your final mixture.

IMG_7420This mixture will last 2-3 weeks in your fridge, however, I am willing to bet it will be eaten before then!

If you try it, let me know!

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Tired, Toxic & Stressed

At 33 to say I feel emotionally and spiritually congested is an understatement. I try to practice mindfulness, I read, I sleep, I stopped smoking, I eat relatively well. I exercise when I can but I still feel stuck.

I feel stuck in a way a car can be on soft sand not really able to go forwards or backwards (depending on the driver, if you ask literally any man near you). I feel congested. I feel emotionally and spiritually constipated. Which is a really feral way to word something but it is the aptest description of how I am feeling.

I want to feel clear, I want to feel light and I want to feel energised. I want to love myself. I know I need a detox, but of what exactly is beyond me.

I’ve tried massages and mostly just felt entirely freaked out. I went off the booze for several months and felt awful. I stopped eating meat four months ago and even that hasn’t made me feel any better. I just feel so heavy. I have no idea what would even work at this point.

This does not feel like a situation for a day spa, this is more…internal.

I believe in holistic help, I believe in Western Medicine, I believe in mindfulness, I believe in ghosts. I am really open to anything. So where do I go to seek assistance with my mind and my soul? I don’t want to spend thousands of dollars on a spa with indulgent procedures – my epidermis is not the problem here.

My pain is emotional, my spirit is disturbed and all of this comes out in physical ailments. I get sick, I get sad, my skin plays up, my hair falls out. There have been moments where I have nearly convinced myself that surely I am somehow possessed?

I have no clue where the source of the pain is, all I know is that this has been a long term drama. For the first time in my life, I am willing to push everything aside, drown out all of the naysayers and put my trust into someone who might be able to use some kind of intuitive healing or investigation into this problem within me. Is this a thing? Where does someone go for this type of help?

I am sure it is a combination of diet, exercise, inner cleansing, probiotics, massage, meditation, sweating or something but honestly. I cannot even begin to get my head in the right space to even try!

If you have any advice at all, I would love to hear it. How do I get my sh*t together when every method I have tried has not at all worked?

 

x Courtney x