Today, it has been 21 years since my stroke and as I get older, somehow this anniversary seems harder rather than easier.

I recently had a consultation with my surgeon regarding a painful screw from my craniotomy surgery 21 years ago. A screw that now feels like it is once again making its way through my skull.

The conversation around proposed NDIS changes is dominated by a single message: reducing fraud and...

There was a time when I saw assistive technology as a symbol of everything I had lost. After...

There’s a strange kind of grief that comes with insight. It’s not necessarily grief for what I’ve lost physically, but for the constant, exhausting consciousness of myself.

Last night reminded me how quickly ordinary life can turn on its head.

20 years on from my stroke recovery and tonight reminded me just how powerful teamwork can be. 

There was a time when getting into the pool meant peeling myself off a sun-warmed towel, slipping...

My entry into the world was a little more dramatic than most. My mum was already a mother to my...

It’s a 35 minute process of putting of wrapping my eye and squeezing into my wetsuit just to get into the water. It sometimes becomes very easy to focus on every barrier.

There was a time when the beach meant complete freedom to me. Hot sand under my bare feet, running...

I arrived at the hotel exhausted, only to be met with a situation that would have normally sent me into a spiral of frustration