In homage to men

Men are so beautiful.

i will share an interesting article soon that mentions the fact that in America at least, men feel unimportant because they are no longer needed as ‘breadwinners’ in relationships.

I have never been the type to expect ‘bread’ from a man (apart from a general sense of generosity perhaps), but I love men for so much more.… Read the rest

Psychological side effects of ozempic – research and anecdotal evidence

I have a little bit of anecdotal information (and some research) to add to the Ozempic body of knowledge. It specifically relates to the psychological side effects of ozempic, and the emotional changes that can happen while using this medication.

A month or so ago I got ChatGPT to do a deep research dive into the possible interactions between Ozempic and amisulpride and/or mirtazapine.… Read the rest

sensory fingerprint of Sydney

I was thinking about how interesting it is that there is a kind of ‘sensory fingerprint’ that different cities have. Sydney has a particular feeling about it, and it is likely unique to me, with my life history and physiology.

A unique combination of culture, urban form and every individual’s experiential history makes a city’s sensory fingerprint!… Read the rest

lovely way to wake up

I woke up this morning at 6 am to the sound of an unfamiliar but beautiful rendition of a song from the Room with a View soundtrack. ABC Classic is my hosts’ alarm clock, and it was a wonderful way to wake up!… Read the rest

Around the fire

Huddle in around the fire of my friends.

It is bitterly cold without them.

Chills of loneliness fibrillate from my core to my throat.

Find a moment in the warmth of the sun,

To form connection through written words.

Counting the moments until I feel their souls again.… Read the rest

Music tribes

Swaying, moving and singing,

Worshipping together, and sometimes,

Connected only for that moment.

The gods touch our souls,

Different times and in different places.

But we share the love.

Heaven is meeting a friend whose taste in music always hits my money note.… Read the rest

The forest to share

My soul is filled with the memory of green space//

Walking in the sunshine along the river//

The energy of the forest has soaked into my cells/

Like air bubbling through a pond of water, covered in lilies//

Elevating the energy of my Sunday//

With the invigorating joy of movement/

And an incidentally renewed sense of self//

Sweet freedom//

Remembering the lesson in my body//

By putting the moment into prose//… Read the rest

dead ends

My thoughts are that writing about mental health, pharmacology and psychology from a personal perspective is an exercise in extreme vulnerability. It is also exactly the kind of content that someone who had malicious intent towards me would love to rifle through for unkind purposes.… Read the rest