Welcome! Over the coming months, this website will begin the transformation to become the online hub of all my work, including writing, art, and adaptive yoga. I’ve struggled to bring this together because it feels vulnerable, scary, and sometimes painful as someone who’s been chronically ill and probably crazy for over 30 years! I’ve spent a lot of time and energy over the years trying to conceal what I perceived as my flaws.
However, I believe we can only heal if we learn to accept our selves and tell our story with love, compassion and authenticity. It’s only then that we can truly share healing with others. If you’d like to help me change the story after you’ve spent some time here, please head over to visit my Patreon. You can support my work for as little as $2 a month. Thank you!
With love,
me
Hi, I’m Jane! I create blogs, fiction, art, and adaptive yoga in an attempt to find peace and healing in this strange and sometimes beautiful world. I’ve been chronically ill & probably crazy for 30 years, but I try not to let it stop me!
You can read a bit more about me here.
Hello Dear Ones, Alienation feels okay, until it isn’t. I walk in a half world: on the outside, looking in. I want to speak, to tell someone what it’s like. It seems I only get to this place when depression has yanked the floor out from under my feet. It’s
Carmen drove us into the sun this evening to show me something beautiful. I’ve always found the ocean revives my soul. Although I could see the beauty this evening, I had trouble feeling it. You still have to try. I had this other-worldly feeling of dreams I had when I
Hello Dear Ones, There’s nothing worse than feeling powerless. Obviously — at least to those who are chronically ill — this is the cornerstone of our problems, greater than any pain or symptom our body/mind can throw up. It’s the reason I started this Patreon – to reclaim my power.
It’s been several years now since I wrote in my writer’s blog. This first blog is to set an intention, to return to the dream that has been derailed for many years now. I am taking part in this year’s NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), and due to a change
It’s been less than two days since my counsellor and Mrs Blackbird both agreed that I need to take a month’s stress leave to buffer my depression, but I already feel like the ice beneath the fine powder of yesterday’s first snow – cracking. Having to take ‘stress leave’ is
I’m grateful for opportunities to read my work, and the courage I realize when I grasp those opportunities. I am a writer first and speaker second – although all writing is a form of speech, passed silently from one soul to another. Before a reading, I feel nervous. Upon beginning,