12/04/2026
I used to live carefree.
I didnt worry about anything, I was fiery, I never worried if someone was mad at me.
I was 23 years old and my dad was my best friend, although we had our moments I could tell he loved me through the laughs we had...
He died at 48 years old of a major stroke and the rug was completely pulled from under me, I couldnt scream or cry enough to feel better.
The OCD, anxiety & emetephobia exploded and is something im still very much living with.
This is why I paint, organise things and enjoy a sound bath.
This is why im sharing with others through lived experience.
So this is my 'why' No ChatGPT, just straight from my heart to yours. (Sorry its long)
I am not pretending I am fixed, its a process of working on ourselves continuously when we have lived through trauma.
Message me always if you ever need to talk.
Love Lisa x
