by Leonie Dawson | Jul 18, 2023 | Leonie's Podcast, Life Sharings, Most Powerful Stories, Most Powerful Stories for /about
Want to listen to this as a podcast? Listen above, or subscribe via Apple Podcasts, Spotify, PocketCast. Dearests, I must tell you something. Lately, I have been not like I used to be. I was full of bravado and enthusiasm and courage. And now I feel worn and dense and...
by Leonie Dawson | Jul 15, 2018 | Life Sharings, Most Powerful Stories, Most Powerful Stories for /about
I fell off a cliff a while ago. It took me by surprise, but maybe the signs had been there for a while. I’d been off medication for six months, my anxiety levels managed. And of course, in doing so, had removed that invisible protection against depression. The one...
by Leonie Dawson | Nov 23, 2015 | Life Sharings, Most Powerful Stories, Most Powerful Stories for /about
Maybe I should have known back then. My brother had cerebral palsy, my mother was a disability support worker. My childhood was surrounded with a magical array of characters + blazing souls, all with their own diagnosis. I loved all of them, but I especially got the...
by Leonie Dawson | Mar 17, 2015 | Freebies, Most Powerful Stories, Most Powerful Stories for /about
CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD. Dearests, A couple of weeks ago, while I was sequestered away in the turquoise cabin by the sea, I had a feeling that something was trying to push its way forth into the world. And it was stuck. How did I know it was stuck? I was grumpy as all...
by Leonie Dawson | Aug 26, 2014 | Life Sharings, Most Powerful Stories, Most Powerful Stories for /about
(A long post ahead. 10 000 words. A novella of life, birth, motherhood, illness, sacrifice, joy. This is how many words it took to share the story of her. A cup of tea would accompany this nicely. I recommend chai or Celestial Seasonings.) * How do I tell you the...
by Leonie Dawson | Jul 11, 2014 | Life Sharings, Most Powerful Stories, Most Powerful Stories for /about
My grandmother made her rainbow journey back into the light a few nights ago. She was a month away from turning 97. My father sat with her, holding her hand, as her breathing faltered, then stopped in the twilight. He tells me this with tears. “I’ve never...
