Diaries of a Showgirl
The Strawberry Siren has started working on her memoir and publishing short stories of her adventures. You can read her published work on her medium account here.
I’m in my 40's, with no children, but a million hilarious stories to tell. Normally, families will pass stories down through generations, but I’m not sure I’ll have that chance, and I don’t want my stories to be lost.
I enjoy writing; I find that it’s an easier and clearer way of expressing my feelings and sharing my thoughts, and I like having the time and space to find the right words and the confidence to say them without stuttering or succumbing to the fear of what someone else might think.
I use writing as therapy; it’s a helpful tool when I’m trying to “unpack my baggage”. I journal through turmoil to clear my head and to work through my emotions and grief. And I find comfort in reading about the traumatic experiences of others, as it confirms that you’re rarely alone in your experiences and there’s always someone that can relate to what you’re going through.
My own epic story is a unique one, lived through theatres, carnivals, and travel, and full of the drama and mayhem of infidelity, addiction, lies and religion.
So, strap in.
I enjoy writing; I find that it’s an easier and clearer way of expressing my feelings and sharing my thoughts, and I like having the time and space to find the right words and the confidence to say them without stuttering or succumbing to the fear of what someone else might think.
I use writing as therapy; it’s a helpful tool when I’m trying to “unpack my baggage”. I journal through turmoil to clear my head and to work through my emotions and grief. And I find comfort in reading about the traumatic experiences of others, as it confirms that you’re rarely alone in your experiences and there’s always someone that can relate to what you’re going through.
My own epic story is a unique one, lived through theatres, carnivals, and travel, and full of the drama and mayhem of infidelity, addiction, lies and religion.
So, strap in.
the day my mothers heart stopped
I woke up on a Tuesday morning to the sound of my alarm. I was working twelve-hour days at the time, from midday till midnight, and this was my one day off for the week, so I let myself sleep until around 10:00 a.m. My partner and his daughter had already left for work and school, and I was snuggled in bed with my cat.
I had turned on sleep mode on my phone before going to bed, so I didn’t receive notifications during the night, but the sleep mode on iPhone is supposed to deactivate if you receive more than one call from the same number.
When I finally rose and strolled downstairs to the coffee waiting for me on the stove, I turned off my alarm and sleep mode and saw my notifications come through. At first, I thought my phone was broken, as there were almost 50 notifications! I had missed calls from my mum, my sister, my brother, my brother-in-law, and my cousin. I assumed from the people on that list that my grandfather must have passed away, as he was 89 at the time and not well.
I rang my sister straight away and she burst into tears as she answered. When she told me that mum was in hospital in a coma, I froze. I couldn’t quite grasp the reality of what was happening. I hadn’t had my coffee yet; it just felt like a bad dream. I told my sister I was on my way, quickly got dressed and drove a nerve-racking 40 minutes to the hospital in absolute disbelief.
Continue reading here.
I had turned on sleep mode on my phone before going to bed, so I didn’t receive notifications during the night, but the sleep mode on iPhone is supposed to deactivate if you receive more than one call from the same number.
When I finally rose and strolled downstairs to the coffee waiting for me on the stove, I turned off my alarm and sleep mode and saw my notifications come through. At first, I thought my phone was broken, as there were almost 50 notifications! I had missed calls from my mum, my sister, my brother, my brother-in-law, and my cousin. I assumed from the people on that list that my grandfather must have passed away, as he was 89 at the time and not well.
I rang my sister straight away and she burst into tears as she answered. When she told me that mum was in hospital in a coma, I froze. I couldn’t quite grasp the reality of what was happening. I hadn’t had my coffee yet; it just felt like a bad dream. I told my sister I was on my way, quickly got dressed and drove a nerve-racking 40 minutes to the hospital in absolute disbelief.
Continue reading here.