First blog post

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My 3 little ducks are my children Shayne, Zachary and Geogia.  Divorce hit me hard but not as hard as a man I had known for 20 years a man I would later find out had other women throughout our whole marriage, a man who said he never wanted children a man who would always say u wanted them u deal with them.  Often referring to my oldest child as idiot or stupid. This man was also motivated by boys toys and money his child support bill was alot he would then do the unthinkable my children brainwashed, they walked out my door one day telling me they loved me to telling me they never wanted to see me again. I remember that phone call like it was yesterday my daughter made the call.

I was in shock I remember the tears Rolling down my cheeks. This was 6 years ago it’s destroyed me in every way.  It’s the first time I had heard the word narcissist, it was then I knew I had been living with one for almost 20 years, the dictionary definition described my ex husband perfectly and I never knew.

He has gone on to remarry have another child.  I went on a road of self destruction the pain was just intolerable, I would of preferred a diagnosis of cancer at least there is medication for the pain. 

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My friend .. A dedication to Gary Bauer

I met Gary in January of this year at the Hader Clinic in Queensland.

Gary treated everyone the same regardless of Age, race, sex, to Gary it mattered not.

We would sit opposite each other in class and Gary next to Travis the both of them together well I was always laughing , Gary’s smile would not only light up a room but it was infectious and he was one of very few people who could make me feel good about myself.

Gary suffered from Depression/mental illness…but he and I had one thing in common Gary’s fight to see his little girl took its toll on him as it has all of us , and I’m sorry but FUCK IT WHY ISNT OUR COURTS FIXING THIS BULLSHIT CAUSE NOW THIS IS WAY TOO CLOSE TO HOME.

To the Bauer Family the smile that lit up the room will now be the star that lights up the sky.. To Gary’s little girl your dad loved you to infinity and beyond.

Gary, God speed

Love You

Someone once said Diana things will get better with time, how wrong were they!!




I can’t explain it, other than I think my lights gone put

It’s been weeks and I can’t find the light, this being my internal light. I’m worried for me now but not scared cause I have always known how it would end especially when it got down to having zero family, zero friends. For 10 years I’ve got myself through this but I’m getting older, my 3 little ducks are getting older they now fill the shoes of two men and a woman I see them grow and change through social media it pains me to read of certain family celebrations and or milestones I can’t mentally and now physically cope with the pain, hurt, anger, imagine spending 10 years trying to understand knowing you never will.

I have to go into someone else’s light I know this is where I will find peace, I don’t need to say it my children they know how much I love them and miss them.

Here I go again

The last few months I’d worked really hard to get me to that place where I could see light at the end of the tunnel, for sure the alienation from my children would always be there and along with it the hurt but I was sure I’d found peace and was able to not blame myself for another persons cruel intentions.

Well didn’t last long stuck in bed Valium bottle in hand I’m right back where I was indescribable sadness, you can feel it eating you alive, then you have people say oh forget them of course this person is incapable of any kind of empathy.

My children adults now they know how much they are hurting me the ex has a lot to answer for maybe that’s what will give me some gratification.


As an alienated mum I dread life’s milestones things like the kids birthdays, Christmas, Mother’s Day etc. Memories flood in some make you smile others make you sad for the rest of my life happy times will always be a constant reminder of my children but also a constant reminder of my pain.

Then there comes celebrations these are the things I’ve talked about they are a list of things that I would do my hardest to prepare for this was tested for real on the weekend.

A news report which featured one of my sons had him initially with some work friends then toward the end of the report it watched my son walk over to people in the crowd and he be holding a beautiful baby girl I was happy at the time then all those things I had tried to prepare myself for I couldn’t even think then just as quick I was overcome by inconsolable sadness and the realization she was my granddaughter and I may never know her name and I may never get to hold her.

All these milestones, celebrations and a constant ongoing calendar a ferocious circle.

Is it possible for the pain to ever go away, for me it’s still excruciating so I doubt it.

I know it’s been a while but I was so tired

I want to say hello to those people who have helped me thru this indescribable ordeal and to thank those who may walk into my world.

It’s officially 10 years for me this year not something I favor bragging about nor was it on my “when I grow up” list, but it’s a major part of my life its defined my mind and my heart and left me with great sadness, but at the same time I am a strong woman, a survivor.

Mentally the last 10 years have been tough, diagnosed with Complex-PTSD, depressive disorder, anxiety disorder and hell a bunch of other things and rightly so given what the NARC put me through, THE GASLIGHTING, ALIENATING MY CHILDREN, HOMELESSNESS, SEXUAL ABUSE AND MORE. He constructed a group of the worst people that society has to offer sat back and watched them destroy me with the intent that I took my own life, everyday for 10 years I still ask why and I get the same answer CHILD SUPPORT he was required to pay $2500.00 a month there was no way in hell that was happening.

To all those mums and dads fighting this evil please stay strong, never give up, remember we are all in this together.


Firstly my diagnosis is complex PTSD and DELUSIONAL DISORDER

Being constantly stuck in my own head trying to process various aspects of my TRAUMA but instead of processing I was actually reliving various traumatic experiences I would be frightened, paranoid so I would often self medicate to stay asleep day n night a fucked life right. Then I found a place where there was no trauma a happy place, a safe place the way life should be. A delusional world in this delusional world my 3 children would be beside me we would laugh and talk my god I would even make dinner and set the table for the 4 of us sometimes I would stay in the deluded world for a day with the longest being a couple of weeks. I WILL TELL YOU I WAS ALWAYS AWARE OF MY OWN DELUSIONS, don’t confuse this with imaginary people because although aware it was very much real.

My psychologist is an amazing lady her and I both knew I couldn’t allow the deluded world to continually be the place of which I believed was the only place I could be truly happy.

This week I have started EMDR THERAPY

Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR) therapy is an interactive psychotherapy technique used to relieve psychological stress. It is an effective treatment for trauma and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).

It was exhausting I have approx 10-15 traumatic events to be treated and each one is done individually, I decided to start at the very beginning the day my then 11 year old baby girl phoned me to say they never wanted me to contact them again without explanation she hung up the phone. My negative belief at the start of the session was “I SHOULD OF DONE BETTER” The positive belief at the end of the session was “I DID THE BEST I COULD”