image of a head, opened up, with a red mushroom cloud exploding out of it and a person diving off.

This is the place for existential angst

You don’t have to be a Camus-reading goth intellectual to understand that life can feel pointless at times.

Because of the way my brain works, I am predisposed to feel the weight of this absurdity in ways that are detrimental to my mental health and general well-being.

By sharing my experiences, I rebel against the darkness, finding meaning in the many ways our struggles bring humans together.

Absurd Posts

  • A Mother’s Calculus of Pain

    Having babies is fucking hard on the body. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed pregnancy, for the most part. And birth is pretty amazing too. But my back has never been the same since I herniated a disc pushing my daughter’s pram through a department store, and it only gets worse as I age.…

  • Showing up

    Today, I am showing up to do the thing. The thing I don’t want to do. The thing I am an expert at finding excuses to not do. Because it’s hard. Because I deeply understand that I do want to do the thing, and my deep wanting raises the stakes to the point where not-doing…

  • Handfuls of Hope

    Discovering slow and steady progress amidst the chaotic urgency of parenting The beackseat of my car is a burial ground for broken toys, errant lego bits, crusty hats, food wrappers, mouldy crumbs of long forgotten, half-gnawed muesli bars, the lonely, disembodied lids of drink bottles, paper-dry husks of orange peels, crumpled receipts, and the dumped-out…

  • Sure, ND kids need boundaries, but not the way you mean it.

    Woe to the next person who tells me my ND kids just need boundaries. A pox on their house! Surely a pox would be more gentle than the serrated edge of my wrath. Being told “Kids need boundaries” gives me the absolute shits. Not just the shits though, perhaps the most violent diarrhea of any…

  • For My Lily

    My smart watch is smarter than I am. Sometimes it reminds me to breathe.It counts each breath for me:Inhale 2… 3… 4… 5…Exhale 2… 3… 4… 5… It has all these functionsthat allow me to calculate my well-being. The pedometer tells me if I’ve moved enough.And it has GPSso it also tells me if I’ve…

  • Perfectly Good Advice Unless You’re a Neurodivergent Parent

    I am desperate to be a good parent to my three neurodivergent kids. I have read so many books, I’ve done the webinars and the workshops, I know all about peaceful parenting, positive parenting, secure attachment parenting, low demand parenting, good enough parenting, meeting the most basic needs is still feels like an uphill battle…