Lydia Rees

3 Years - Mutherhood Written & Published by Lydia Rees Talofa to my 3-man audience, and welcome back to my channel. Awolla fia vlogger stamaloaaaa. I hope you have been well during these trying times. Again, I sacrifice my privacy by laying down a piece of my heart, in hopes that it shows you a different perspective. It seem that associating myself with motherhood is too strange for some, so we can just call it Mutherhood. or muther-fuc... just kidding As always hunnies, sit back, relax, grab a bevvy and read with me... _____________________________________________________________ In 2016, at the ripe age of 18, do you know what my doctor told me. " Lydia the reality is, you're more than likely never going carry or give birth to your own children. Your ovaries are abnormal and you have such a hormonal imbalance that implantation becomes too difficult ". My dumbfounded "huh?" was answered with a " basically its going to be very very difficult for you to ...

  Expensive Taste   Written by : Your dad... just kidding : Lydia Rees Talofa my hunnies & welcome to another post from your favourite wanna be blogger! I know it’s been a hot minute but perhaps this post will be some sort of explanation for my absence.  Just a friendly reminder that these posts are my personal thoughts, opinions & experiences. I do not post to seek attention, comfort of validity, but simply because my notes app is getting sick of holding them.  As always, grab a bevvy, take a seat in a distraction free environment & MANUIA  🌺 ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< I am a tower. Built through careful construction, quiet delegations. I am a self made tower with all its fixtures. Well rooted, strong structured. Towers are meant for nice places, to be surrounded by other impressive buildings with million dollar views. But, I’ve nev...

XX/XX TWENTY TWENTY Written and Published by - Lydia Rees Like every other year, another comes to an end and I’d like to think that I am a little bit wiser than the last. I know how silly and obvious it sounds but I am always shocked when I write these EOY blogs because the previous year, I thought I knew everything there was to know about. *mind blown moment* TALOFA my hunnies and welcome to the last blog post for 2020, the recap. As always, sit down, relax, grab a cuppa or a snack... and join me.  2020 was the year that undoubtedly shook the entire nation. For the past 22 years that I have been alive, I have never witnessed or been directly affected by a pandemic, it was something we only learnt about in high school text books yanno. COVID 19 (coronavirus) , as we all know, took the reins over many months. It consisted of international border closures, state border closures, gathering restrictions, social bloody distancing, unemployment skyrocketing, hundreds and thousands of peo...

BEFORE THE WRINKLES SET IN PLACE Written & Published by Lydia Rees Talofa hunnies. Ya girl was feeling inspired randomly in the shopping centre. So with as many typos as one can possible leave in, sit back, grab a bevvy, relax and have a read  ———————————————————————- My parents were just two middle class workers who made the brave move from Samoa to Australia in hopes for a better life for us kids. I was privileged enough to have both parents, alive and active in my life, so I know not everyone can relate. We were far from rich but also far from poor, perfectly centred at middle class. They made sure we had just enough to get by, food or none, money or none, when the sun rose and set again in the evening, we still had each other. Age 9, when my family took a trip to the beach as we often did, we reached a section of the rocks where you had to walk through a lower path of rushing water to get to the other rock. It’s harder to explain in words without a visual so bare with me. M...

The world changed when COVID 19 made its rounds, starting in 2019 and then completely taking over 2020. What started in China soon spread everywhere across the world, affecting families, businesses, individuals and so forth. The world came to a complete standstill and we face each day knowing that years from now, this pandemic we are currently in, will be in history books. I remember first hearing about this virus going around in early March, it started out with some shared posts on social media buy my international friends, and quickly reached the ears of those in Australia. In just a blink of an eye, our nation began panic buying. Toilet paper became the center of attention, fistfights and loud verbal arguments being posted up onto social media. People turned into animals, the fight for survival. The panic buying continued to the point where shelves were now stripped of canned foods, pasta, rice, noodles and so forth. Only a month ago, this same nation outstretched their arms to th...

"Cheating On Me" Written and Published by Lydia Rees The 'i love you' that is texted through to my phone sounds different. Empty. It sounds like a jumbled arrangement of characters on your keyboard, thoughtlessly ensembled and deceivingly sent. Ding, my phone tells me I have received a message from "My lover". No more do you insist on having your lover by your side to tell your secrets to or to confide in. I see more excitement in your face when you're ordering food in drive-thru than when you're looking at me. You hold my hand but no longer as an embrace but more so as a routine. Delayed and postponed plans turn into canceled plans but I  guess somewhere in my mind, I was happier when you canceled our plans because you no longer make any plans. You're busy, you're working, you're sick, you're tired but you're also lying. And I nod my head in agreement just to keep you satisfied, the same way I nod my head when you want h...

It's no secret that we have all found ourselves in a dark space. in the middle of a situation completely out of our control and little to no way of getting out. trust me when I say I have witnessed first hand what is like to see suicide as a way out. I will not discriminate those we have lost to suicide by calling it an "easy way out" but that's how many people see it as. not strong enough to handle our problem. Young and with a heart freshly torn out of my chest, it hard to not let the cloud cover up any ray of sunshine. All the reasons to live have now been covered by confusion and insecurities. The feelings of not being good enough are so quick to dance around in your heard. It breaks my heart over and over again to think about my younger self who was so sure that taking my life was the only way for the pain to disappear. I remember sitting in my room with a love letter to my friends and family firmly pressed in my palm. Crying never-ending tears thinking about w...