Meet the Katboxy
behind the posts
Hi - I am Katherine Boxall...Boxy, Box, Kat, Katbox...
The Deadset Flog is a coming together of my "cup-fillers"- teaching, writing, growth, laughing, sass and profanities. My career as an IT consultant is a cruel irony, with the industry being rife with filthy innuendo but the required professionalism / threat of HR action preventing such filth from materialising in convo - so 'The Flog' is my outlet, my passion project.
I trained to be an Neuro-linguistic Programming (NLP) Practitioner after it helped me turn my life around from a 12 year struggle with depression, self-harming, disordered eating/diet rollercoaster & feeling like a mega failure.
For years I just remember feeling so hopeless, so sad, so tired and the advice/help around at the time was too much of a jump for me - yeah legend, your flower crown is beaut but I'm fresh fucking out of glitter stars over here, my ocean of positivity is as dry as a 2am drunk-clit-sitch so nobody's going to be dipping their tits in and "just feel happier".
Taking a leap is sometimes too hard when you can't see the other side. For me, humour is that bridge. The things I went through, that you might be going through - they are wholeheartedly not funny, they are painful and they hurt. But many a truth is said in jest.. why? Because it's easier and it's safer.
You may be hurting but you're a giant loveable inappropriate weirdo like me. So we first connect and laugh - "Yep, that DOES hurt like a giant cactus-dildo in the butt" or "WOW, that's how mean I am to myself? That IS INDEED, well and truly fucked like a 20 hour lusty bedroom romp".
In a simple mutual ROFL, often the disempowering aloneness we feel is lessened, the leap gets smaller and the possibility that YOU TOO can change your life for the better becomes closer.
Me in my natural state (with beverage)
My Poodle Miley; ultimate sass kweeen. I likely have some sort of undiagnosed co-dependency disorder with her. Obsessed.
Despite my Taurean penchant to declare otherwise - I am wildly imperfect and continue to evolve, much of my growth is "unlearning" behaviours that are incongruent with who I am today as they continue to pop out from the archives of my previous life series: "How to feel loved without self-worth".
Like an invasive vaginal exam (or the birth of a calf I guess...), I am now elbow deep in exploring the plethora of emotions, insecurities, fears, laughs and joys of modern dating - attempting to balance the frequent desire to chew off my own arm (it comes with those "WTF moments) with remaining the eternal optimist, managing those times when I have absolutely no chill and letting go of the fear of my heart being crushed.
Apart from a few relationship-ish blips on the radar, I have actually been single since 1209BC. In summation: I GOT SOME STORIES PEOPLE. And they are good....and I will share them here for shits and gigs.
(Image Credit: Instagram @theyellowhairedgirl)