We've been sold a fucking dud

I could feel the rage building inside my chest, threatening to explode. I was sat in my greenhouse, coffee in hand, the words were just pouring out of me on to the page.

I’m relatively new to journalling, morning pages, getting your thoughts out of your head and on to paper- whatever you want to call it.

I’d tried so many times to create a ‘journalling practice’ but every time I sat down to write my words would dry up after half a page. I’d become so accustomed to not sharing my thoughts out loud for fear of being told I was too much, too opinionated, too fucking sensitive. Pretty much the soundtrack to my entire childhood. When you hear it enough to start to believe it. So i tried to swallow my feelings, my thoughts and kept them stoppered inside my head and kept myself small for fear of offending anyone.

But this time I was determined to lets the words out of their prison, even if it was only into the pages of a notebook for no one else to see.

And now I’ve found I just can’t stop. 20 odd years of rage and frustration at the way women are silenced, kept small, told we must be nice and kind otherwise no one will like us.

The clarity its given me and the fire its pouring petrol on deep inside my soul is at times overwhelming. I’m trying to channel my anger into something tangible, something that will actually make a difference in this world, to you and I and our daughters and sons. Because the strangulation of the patriarchy affects everyone. It stops women AND men asking for help when they need it. It keeps men in the provider role and women in the caregiving role from 50 fucking years ago. The world is different now, we desperately need change if we’re going to stop the overworking followed by burn out cycle.

Have the big career they said, and the family, oh and as a bonus you get the lions share of the mental load. Sorting the birthday presents, the parties, the clothes, the fucking washing, the food shop. THE LIST GOES ON.

All this is designed with one thing in mind........to keep us busy so we don't notice.

So we don't turn around and go, hang on a minute, why the fuck am I doing all of this, working myself into the ground until I burn out. Working so hard all of my waking hours and still I feel like i'm failing at it all.

And that fear of failure keeps us trying harder and harder and harder. We're exhausted. We're fed up of being busy for busy's sake.

The optimist in me says there’s potential for change with the general election coming up. The chance for the new government to radically overhaul childcare costs so that women aren’t unfairly disadvantaged in the earning stakes. The chance to improve mental health provision for all.

But there’s a little voice niggling in the back on my mind that no matter who is in charge they’re not going to do enough.

And i’m fed up of feeling beholden to their lacklustre efforts anyway. It’s frustratingly disempowering. So i’m starting a Rebellion to help you take more time for you in your garden so that you can stop being a busy fool and start noticing what a wonderful, powerful woman you are.

It’s called the Great Garden Rebellion and it’s happening this week. It's not too late to join, click the big pink button below and let's start re-writing your future. The first two trainings are there for you to watch straight away!