Alyson Hardwick

What Happened: Part 1

Below is a piece of writing I started a while ago that I want to share. March 2023 my life blew up and I want to share what happened since and how I arrived where I am today. Not all in one go, but you know. I might touch on

Gold Mine Gutted

For my essay class last semester (I go to OCAD! I'm in my first year) we had to pick a song and analyze its lyrics as if they were a poem. I wrote about one of my favourite songs that I fell for when I was 13 years

Here's A Speech!

I'm talking about autonomy, humanness, nourishment, ego, trauma here for 31 minutes. I hope it helps. I love you! (Transcription below babies! Subscribe on the home page to get these emailed to you ☺️) PS: I say DAVOS (lmao) instead of DARVO (woops!) standing for: Deny, Attack and Reverse

Looking Like Who I'm Meant To Be

This is what living is supposed to feel like.

Sometimes I Love it Here

Here's some photos. Deeeeep breaths. 2006-2008 2024 I haven't had an alcoholic drink for 2 years! It's pretty cool! I'm more of a weed girlie anyways. Sometimes I have dreams where I get absolutely wasted and then realize I accidentally broke sobriety

August 1 2022

I've returned to an old notebook of drawings and found just a handful of journal entries. I barely journaled while in my last relationship (2019-2023). A terrible habit I've repeated in every relationship I've been in. Instead my exes replaced my journals, becoming a

Going There (2020)

The last few days I've been exploring my archives - something I've done many, many times for clues of who I am and who I was. Revisiting the origins of my photography: the first times I got a roll of film back and realized how I

Oops

I have so much I want to write and talk about and the sense of overwhelm often results in a freeze response where i avoid avoid avoid (and feel inwardly: shame shame shame). But I am healing and growing and I refuse to keep shaming myself for avoiding the things

*Whistle Note*

It's so windy and every time the house whirrs or feels pushed it makes my stomach twist. My cat, Willow is just as skittish as me. I should not have been shown the movie 'Twister' at 6 years old. The feature photo here is my old

My 9 Year Toronto-versary

On April 1st 2015 I tried not to cry while my Mom wept outside the security line. I felt a heavy rock inside my chest and decided to be brave and bold and make my face emotionless. I waited for 15 minutes for my friend to show up to pick