"Driftwood is a 24 year old freelance writer, speaker, consultant and support worker based in Melbourne, Australia. Driftwood developed a love for literature shortly after his mother passed away in 2000 and he was gifted a sympathy note inside the first Harry Potter book." (Click on the image to read more)
The sky inches towards darkness, warm and inviting hues left over from the Autumn day are fading, slowly giving way to a cold blue the same shade as the slamming steel of a prison cell door. (click image to view full post)
I quickly learned that Christmas in real life, was far different from the idea of the day that had been sold to me in psychedelic children’s cartoons
I hold my palm in the centre of my chest and actually feel myself existing.
Today I was honoured to be able to share my story here at Parliament House in Canberra. I just wanted to write this to clarify my stance on the issues surrounding the adoption laws that are being implemented. The topic of permanency and adoption is rightly controversial and desperately frightening for some people, especially the … Continue reading Parliament House Speech 26/11/18
I’ve been listening intently to the rhythm of the breathing beside me for hours. I count, calculate, triple check, make sure the breaths signal deep slumber and not just the mere pretence of it. I feel the firm bed of carpet beneath me as I roll painstakingly slowly onto my side, my heart thundering in my ears and I pray it isn’t loud enough to wake the monster sleeping in the bed beside me. (click image to view full post)
There’s often a saying that kids in care go from 0 to 100 in a split second, sometimes for what seems like no reason at all. This piece unpacks that misconception a little bit. (Click image to read full post)
(Click image for full post) "Slowly day by day you will learn to make space between your feelings and the choices you make, you will learn about your brain and how your traumatic experiences in your childhood shaped you in so many ways you blamed yourself for. You are not a monster, you are not broken, you will recover."
A child, who had only been taught by the outside world that he was expected to fall and become the darkness he was raised in, slowly began learning that the only way to build himself out of the life he had found himself in was to rise, and to shine.
The world around me is made of cotton balls, everything is dulled and soft. I have been staring into the fake flames of the fireplace for so long that the room in my peripheral vision is becoming distorted and misshapen. (Click Image to read more)
I'm fourteen and still spending time in the hallway of my residential unit almost every night, petrified and alone, waiting for the safety of morning to come so I can retreat back to my room and try to sleep. (Click image to read post)