Author: thesheisproject

Annette’s Story – Finding Purpose in the Pain

In the summer of 2007 I contracted a cruel and demoralising disease. After being afflicted with a nasty bug I then developed pneumonia and glandular fever and following that I was eventually diagnosed with Acute Post Viral Chronic Fatigue Syndrome with Fibromyalgia. One day I was active, healthy and loving life. It never occurred to me that the very next day I could wake up sick and feel like I would never be healthy again. …

Mel’s Story – Who I was does not define Who I am

From the outside, we looked like a typical family. My parents still live in the house I grew up in. It’s a typical Australian house on an average suburban street.  The early years of my childhood were spent playing in our neighbourhood with friends and my brother and two sisters. Church was a very big part of my family’s life. My parents were both involved in leadership and so much of our social life revolved …

In The Silence – Tanya’s Story

I was eight when my mum got sick. Watching her battle stomach cancer was devastating. It was the 1970’s and her cancer treatment was harsh, aggressive and ultimately unsuccessful. I was only 11 years old when she died. Six weeks later I started high school. It makes me sad that I have very few memories of my mum other than her illness. When she died I felt like a part of me disappeared forever. My …

She Smiles at the Future – Rhonda’s Story

I was born in rural NSW in 1952. As the youngest of my parents’ eight children I enjoyed a more relaxed upbringing than my siblings. Whilst my older sisters helped my mother out in the house I was allowed to shadow my father around the property. Everything about my father was larger than life to me, his strength, stature, confidence and especially his humour.  I was definitely daddy’s little girl but growing up on a …

And the Table Will be Wide

The sun streamed through the chapel windows. It was 9am on an ordinary Tuesday and I was about to participate in a Catholic Mass for the first time in my life. With the exception of a very, brief stint at a Catholic school more than 40 years ago, this was my first real experience of Catholic community and liturgy. When I arrived at The Abbey the night before, the gracious sister who welcomed me had …