Lets chat… Melbourne winter and the colour red.


It’s always nice to see so many new faces on my blog, to those, welcome.

So, lets chat!

Melbourne, Australia… winter… flu season. Enough said or what? – Epic storms though.

Fortunately, I am yet to fall victim…emphasis on the yet, to this years nasty flu but unfortunately my babies have. My son is just recovering and my daughter started today, but holy crap!.. friends and family all over battling through this virus. Don’t get me wrong, I love winter but the downside is that it’s flu season.

My daughter has these habits, and one of these habits is to come out with really random things when she is feeling a little crappy or upset. Keeping in mind she is almost four, and is an all round hella happy kid except for when she is hungry or sick… but lets face it, who isn’t shitty when they are hungry or sick, right?.. She went to bed this afternoon after being up throughout the night, fell asleep instantly. So, I was like, this is good.. this is really good, I’ll get that research proposal done that has a deadline a little to close for comfort (psychology peeps will know what I’m referring to). I sit down at my computer, we’re making good progress here.. tap tap tap, blah blah blah, then I hear it… That very rare cry coming from a ridiculously pink bedroom. I rush in there, because hearing that cry is not a regular thing, I see her sitting up on her bed rubbing her puffy blue eyes, blonde hair an absolute mess and she is hugging her favourite blue blanket and stuffed pig. I rush over to the bed and sit with her…

“What’s the matter baby?… why are you crying, is there something wrong?!”

To which she replied…

“Mummy”… sob sob sob, “I don’t like the colour red anymore.”

So there is it guys, apparently its devastating when you fall out of love with the colour red.




What’s missing??


Hello to the thousands of wonderful humans that follow my ever changing blog!!

So, I’ve been thinking, and I’ve also been changing, which those who have been with me for a while may have seen and watched me evolve. Naturally, I hit a rut, went off course and had to manoeuvre my way back to my purpose… my purpose in life.

Now, this blog has been around for many years, not so long ago it had a bulk delete because I realised I wasn’t that person anymore, not that the person who posted the thousands of posts was a horrible person, but rather, a past version of myself that I didn’t relate to anymore, I’d simply grew and changed.

I’ve been scratching my head over this blog, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what it was missing… until now. Me. It’s been cold, lacking personal connection and that personal connection is the human behind the words, so I kind of fell out of love.

The purpose of this post, and the many that will follow is to give you guys some insight into my life and my mind because I spend my days working my way through others. What I mean by that is, for a great number of years, my life has revolved around the psychology field. Which you may now have linked the reason for the name change: ‘Psychologically Speaking – Don’t Mind Me’ and the posts regarding ‘University life’ and my journey into a degree in Psychological Sciences to advance my career. The reason for doing that shift was to bring you into my stage of life and hopefully in doing that you’ll understand why I post some of the things that I post, and the personal written posts like this one that I plan to include.

A majority know, my identity is withheld, but what you do know is that I’m from Melbourne, Australia. I’m slowly approaching my 30’s, and that I have a family, a mother of two amazing children, and a life of my own. I am human, even psychologists have their flaws. I kick, I scream, I drink and I swear, and more often than not we are so good at helping others find solutions to their problems, but terrible at mending our own. We are not robots, we have emotions and real life issues that we disconnect from to help you with your own. I’m definitely not a motivational speaker, but I am here to show others that their life matters, no matter the trauma, no matter the disorder or unstable psychological well-being.

Creative writing is a hobby, which stems from my obsession with literature,  and one I actually underwent a degree in. In this time, I grew an appreciation for words and just how powerful they can be, how expressive they can be. So, I blended my love of writing with my passion for psychology and came to realise that a lot of people express a hell of a lot more in written words than vocal, which is why I suppose I enjoy blogs so much.

I’m not going to keep you here any longer than I have, there will be plenty of time for that, but I will say this… I have found my purpose, and this blog will reflect that in many different forms, and it will reflect me. If there is something you’re interested in reading about, shout out, but it’s about time we all got to know each other a little better.

Remember – Never underestimate the power of your mind, and never forget your internal worth as a human being.