Whispers of the Forest

It’s been a while since I last wrote anything here… I think I’ve just needed some time to figure things out.Right now, I feel like I’m finally finding my feet with everything I’ve learned about myself since my diagnosis. I’ve unwrapped so much and I’m actually starting to come to terms with it. I’m accepting who I am… not standing in my own way anymore.This year has been tough, but I’ve…

One of the things I’ve started to notice about myself lately, something I never really gave much thought to before, is how distant I’ve become from the people around me.Not because I don’t care.Not because I think I’m too busy or too important.I’m just constantly wrapped up in trying to keep my own life going, and everything else ends up feeling out of reach.I lose time without realising.I forget…

I left off last time with the truths they’ve buried, the quiet knowing that’s always been there but hidden under the noise.When I started seeing it, the layers of lies, the patterns, the symbols, it felt like a dam had broken inside me… It wasn’t just whispers in the back of my mind anymore, it was an unravelling, a ripping apart of everything I’d ever been told to believe…And once you start to…

I’ve read parts of the Bible… enough to know some of it didn’t sit right.Too much spectacle, too many conditions.Believe this… obey that… kneel here… don’t question.Then I came across Thomas.Buried in Egypt like they never wanted it found.And it hit different.It didn’t shout, it didn’t preach, it just whispered what I already knew…That the kingdom is within.Not in the sky, not in a church… right…

There’s something I’ve been piecing together and once you see it, you can’t unsee it.Every ancient civilisation that really knew, the ones who studied the skies, built with precision we still can’t explain, passed stories down in symbols instead of sound. They all held a truth that feels eerily familiar.This isn’t new knowledge. It’s old. Ancient. Etched into stone, hidden in stories, buried…

There’s something that’s been sitting with me lately. A theory I stumbled across—the ‘Broken Bone Theory.’ Ever heard of it? It suggests that those who’ve never broken a bone are somehow under spiritual protection, shielded by something bigger than we can see. And the second I read it, I felt it. Goosebumps. Because me? I’ve never broken a bone. Not once.How? I’ve been clumsy my whole life.…

If I could live my life without fear niggling away… I’d be free.I’d be living exactly where I want to be. In nature. Away from crowds. I don’t need them. I’ve never needed people surrounding me to be happy.Without fear, I’d give it all up. I’d walk away from the system without hesitation. I wouldn’t stay tied to a place I’ve outgrown, a life that’s no longer mine.Without fear, I’d move to a quiet…

When I think of fear… I go straight back to being a child. Hiding away in my bedroom, scared. Thinking if I stayed small, hidden, I’d be safe. Heart beating faster. Breath catching. Shaking.I learnt to control my fear pretty early on. Yes, I was afraid—I spent so many days afraid—but over time, I had to control the fear to survive. I had to push it aside and rise up. And I did.I stopped being…

I was just watching a film—Passengers—and it hit me, like slamming into a brick wall. My heart started racing, my brain clicked, and I thought: what if AI isn’t what we think it is?We keep hearing it’s the beginning of the new world order, everything going digital, more control, more surveillance. But what if… what if it’s actually the start of something better?I couldn’t shake it. Everywhere you…

Love Doesn’t Mean Staying I used to think love meant staying.Staying quiet. Staying loyal. Staying stuck.Because that’s what I was taught.When I was a child and the violence was all we knew…I was scared. Always hoping someone would call the police. Surely they could hear what was happening in our house—it was never silent. It was messy. It leaked out into the street. But even the neighbours…