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💜 Supporting Australians living with epilepsy for over 60 years
🛍️ Thrift away @epilepsyopshops
👟 Walk for Epilepsy 👇

And that’s a wrap 💜

THANKYOU for all of your support for our purple campaign and for helping us to shine a stronger light on epilepsy and the importance of support for people living with it across Australia.

Thankyou for buying the purple treats (which we hope you loved!), guessing the lollies, putting in your drink orders today and for supporting us always. Thankyou to my amazing team for always supporting me and for supporting the cause!

It has been such a pleasure raising funds for a foundation that is truly thankful for the support they receive. In all of my years of fundraising I’ve never had a foundation call me directly and not only thank me for what I’m doing but have a long conversation about our why, it really made the whole experience extra special!

The money we raised is helping to fund vital support and connection services, as well as education and training, for individuals and families in moments that matter.

We can only hope that one day a cure will be found but in the meantime we just hope that those living with epilepsy as a part of their lives have the support they need, know how amazing they are and keep fighting the long fight.

We did this for Milly. We did this for Harlow. We did this for you 💜

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$As women, we are conditioned to be so cruel to ourselves. We’re taught to judge our worth by our size, to fear the gaze of others, and to carry the quiet, exhausting expectation that we should seamlessly bounce back—even after our worlds have been completely shattered. Six months ago, I went through a medical trauma that changed everything. Surviving a seizure and CPR was just the start. What followed was a cascade of physical setbacks: spinal fractures, collapsed lower lungs, and months spent trapped in a bed or on the couch. On top of that, the epilepsy medications I was put on caused weight gain I couldn’t stop. As someone who has always been athletic, grounded by movement, and used to being in control, sitting in a body I barely recognize has been heartbreaking. Being told my limit is now just a short walk feels like grieving a former version of myself. Yet despite all of this, I feel this immense, unspoken pressure from society to just put on a brave face, keep all the plates spinning as a mother, partner, friend, and full-time worker, and somehow magically shrink back to who I was before. Right now, my lungs and spine aren’t healing on the schedule I hoped for, and not knowing when I’ll feel like myself again is terrifying. Tonight, I finally reached a breaking point: I packed up every piece of clothing in my wardrobe that no longer fits. Looking at them hanging there every single day was a constant, painful reminder of everything I feel like I’ve lost. I didn’t donate them; they are tucked away in a suitcase, waiting for a time when my body is ready. Packing that suitcase wasn’t giving up—it was an act of survival. It was removing a daily trigger so I can finally give myself permission to heal. I did not ask for this trauma. I could not control what happened to my body, and I cannot force my spine or lungs to heal faster than they are able to. I need to stop apologizing for surviving, and I need to start being kinder to the body that fought so hard to keep me here. It’s going to be a long journey, but I will get through this, and I will be stronger for it!! 🤍$

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