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“I think perhaps you existed long before I was born. You were lodged in my grandmother’s bones. She carried you here on a boat from Germany with grandad and my two-year-old mother. I have a photo of mum and my uncle at the beach after they had settled into Brisbane. They are both wearing woollen jumpers while they swim. Grandad didn’t want them to catch a cold. He died just after I was born, but I met him through my grandmother’s anxiety and lack of spirit, which she hid beneath an immaculate appearance and the odd drink of whiskey.”
A wild woman walks without taking a single step. She unravels the parts of herself that have kept her safe and protected, to find the parts that will set her free.
To be wild is not to be unruly. A wild woman doesn’t fight. She doesn’t flee. She journeys in stillness; with full awareness and reclaims herself.
This is the story of how I allowed stigma around mental health and a legacy of domestic violence to take my creative power…and how love brought it back.
“This (work) is courageous both intellectually and creatively.”
– Doctor Jane Frank