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. 

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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". 

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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. 

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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.