Life Passing

I honestly didn’t think I’d be writing another life post but when I started putting together the images for this post and began to write a paragraph encompassing this period of my life, it wasn’t enough. The words just started flowing from me.

I’ve realised that the more honest and open we are, especially with the raw parts of ourselves that we normally hide, the more we all realise we are not alone. That we’re all flawed and fighting battles and none of us really know what we’re doing and that is okay. Deep down we’re all the same. We just have to keep on growing. And so I find myself sharing my own journey again. My joy and my struggles.

Life is always more lucid when we’re moving. My sweet-hearted Niece was getting married in Wollongong so we decided it was time to pack up our little car and hit the road again.

We went to Byron Bay the first day and saw the morning markets, heard the street music, tasted ice creams on the beach and felt three pairs of tangled legs on clean hotel bedsheets. Alba was wide-eyed and soaking in the world. I was skipping like I was 5 years old again, excited to be exploring a new town. After dinner we were walking through the streets when I heard a voice that took my breath away. As I watched this musician sing I felt myself falling in love, as I often do with total strangers. Just before I had to leave I caught his eye and our connection hung in the air.

The next night we stopped by a beach. The moon was full above the ocean and the sunset hung like a painting in the sky. We filled an inflatable mattress in our car to sleep on. Alba and I giggled in our funny, cosy home and we listened to the sound of the sea crash on the shore all night. In the morning we watched the sun rising over the Earth from our bed and we were all so happy.

When we arrived in Wollongong my Father was there, he had come to Australia earlier for his son’s funeral. I hadn’t seen him in seven years and I was beside myself with excitement. He was filming the wedding and when I saw him my heart leapt in my chest. Sometimes me and my brother had wondered if he was even real or just some crazy character in a film, but here he was in the flesh. “It’s Dad!” I told my Mum excitedly, but I didn’t interrupt him. Even my Mum couldn’t help smiling in his presence.

Then a magical thing happened. Alba picked up some flowers petals the flower girls had thrown and wandered over to my Dad. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes and held out the handful of petals. He stopped filming and saw his granddaughter for the first time, his eyes brimming over with kindness and warmth, shining with tears.

“Thank you so much Alba” he said gently as he took the petals. Normally Alba is very shy with strangers, but somehow she chose my Father from the crowd and looked at him lovingly as if she had always known him.

Then of course he saw me and my heart leapt again. His hug swallowed me whole and I was safe. That night we sat by the dancing fire and he held my hand and told me stories, pausing in between sentences to tell me he loved me. I felt like curling up in his lap and closing my eyes. Drifting in the warm, slow river of his words and letting his stories come to life in my mind. “I can’t tell you just how proud I am of you,” he told me sincerely, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

We only had a few special days with him and then he had to return to England. He left me with a old suitcase full of memories. Hundreds of clippings from newspapers and magazines that had featured him, poems he’d written, letters from my Mother when they’d first met, photographs of his adventures, films he’d written and directed, awards for all kinds of things and momentos from my childhood. Our last hug lasted forever but ended too soon.

I shot a campaign for a clothing label in Sydney and then it was time for the long drive back home. Home now was with my Auntie Megan and her three girls, with our ambling veggie garden and our roaming chickens. Alba played happily with the girls outside all day long. I fed all of us from the plants we grew in our yard and the food I bought from the markets. Every Tuesday we’d get six loaves of organic sourdough from a local bakery and I’d slice into the fresh bread right away. Such joy in little things. Sometimes we’d have a fire and talk late into the night, kids snuggled up in our laps.

Then we found ourselves on the other side of the country, driving up the west coast in M’s Father’s car. I stood at a cliff and let the beauty of the red land and blue sea consume me. Thinking as I often do, that I could never appreciate this enough. We stayed by a cove where dolphins visited every day. I stood knee deep in the crystal waters with Alba on my hip and called out to dolphins in my thoughts. Soon a Mama dolphin and a baby dolphin swam up to meet us, as though they had heard my call. The moment was magic and I knew then I would never forget it.

Then we went to Bali, where I had rented a twelve bedroom villa to live with creative friends from all over the world. For a while, it was truly and utterly blissful there. I found myself in a new loving family of young artists and every day was an adventure. One of the girls I’d invited was Kelsey, a fashion designer from New Zealand. Within a day it was like we had been best friends our entire lives. She was pure sunshine and together we giggled all day long.

Sometimes it is strange being with people who know me already from my blog, they know my most personal thoughts and have their own ideas of who I am. But I never am who they think I am. People expect someone serious and insightful, but in reality I am so silly and goofy. Constantly making bad jokes and being childish. I am just real, no more special than anyone else.

This time is all a haze now but as my mind wanders backwards I grasp at feelings and they fill me again. The painful memories feel the strongest, but each time I remember the pain is less, and eventually it is just a dull ache in the pit of my belly.

I was torn apart by heartbreak last November. The future that had built up around me, like a bridge built on dreams and love and hope, was destroyed. The ground was pulled from beneath my feet and I was hurtling through the unknown. It took a lot of heartache before I could realise I didn’t have to fall, I could fly and that what was torn down could be built up even better than before.

M and I ended. I was a broken girl, trying to hold myself together during the day to be a good parent and falling apart at night. I was so afraid of being a single Mama, of being lost, unloved and alone. The jealousy burned and I made myself suffer. One moment I felt everything and the next I was numb, living on auto pilot. Speaking my lines from the script just right.

Those nights were some of the hardest of my life. Over eight years we’d collected enough memories to keep me up all night reliving them. I had failed, I had lost, I was nothing.

I found solace in the arms and loving words of the girls around me. I hadn’t had many friends when I was in a relationship, we had unhealthily poured all of our energy into each other. Now I was learning how important it was to have their perspectives and support. I knew it was only the beginning of the lessons I would learn on my own.

After a while I stopped romanticising our past and began to see things clearly. We weren’t the same people we were in the beginning and our love had changed along with us. I stopped fighting the situation. I accepted it, and I even started to see how this was all for the better. It was something I had known would happen deep down before we had fallen apart.

It felt like a lifetime before he was back. I wore an invisible coat of armour. We flew home to Australia and continued to live together. I was wounded but I would always love him. He was my best friend and my family. For now we would be co parents.

Sometimes things were beautiful, sometimes we were even happier than we were before. We’d have moments with the three of us in bed playing monsters in hysterics. We’d still eat dinner with my family and laugh at each other’s terrible jokes. We’d share our immense pride in all of Alba’s accomplishments and reminisce about special times. But things weren’t always easy.

One day my Mother called me in tears. My little brother Zake had tried to kill himself. It wasn’t his first attempt. Of all my family, he is the one I hold dearest. He is the coolest, sweetest, most inspiring person I know and I couldn’t imagine a world without him.

I had plans to road trip with Kelsey but I knew I needed to cancel, that I needed to be with him. And so we flew to my hometown. When I arrived I pulled my brother into a big hug. Of nine siblings, he is my only full sibling. We share our smile and so much of our perspective. Sometimes when we were younger it felt like it was us two against the world.

The night he had tried to jump off a bridge he had unintentionally broken the nose of a policewoman trying to sedate him. My Brother has Aspergers, and being held down terrifies him. One day he stood in the hallway and told me: “If the court case goes badly, I am definitely going to kill myself.”

I scrambled desperately for the right words but all I could say was “I love you.”

“You can’t change my mind.” He replied and I recognised his stubbornness as my own. Please, please, please don’t die, my thoughts cried.

It was Alba that ended up doing him the most good. When they were together they both glowed with joy. When Zake left the house, Alba would cry for him at the door and he couldn’t bear to leave her. They were almost inseparable. One sleepy night she nuzzled into me, smiling, whispering “my Ake….” and I knew she loved him and that pure love was healing him.

A long time ago M told me he felt I had been a little bird and he had clipped my wings. Now I could feel them finally growing back. I was finding myself. I had gone from being two halves of a whole, to being a half and now I was learning to be whole again on my own. Things were going to be okay.

(Images by myself & Alba’s Papa)

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  1. I love the life and colour in all your photos Nirrimi! Your words and pictures are so inspiring, I can’t wait to have a family of my own so that we can go on our own adventures!
    Where did you get the skirt and top you’re wearing in the first picture though? They look incredible!

  2. I am crying in front of complete strangers on public train. Your words, your life and story is so touching. you are amazing, never forget that.

  3. Oh Nirrimi, I don’t come here often but you always find a way to touch my heart. You are such an enlightened soul, and I wish the world had more people like you. Warm hugs!

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  5. I adore your writing almost as much as your photography. You are a brilliant person, and so real. I admire that so much. When you wrote about your father I cried as I never have that feeling with mine. So beautiful. I have been following you since model mayhem days back in 2008. Your journey is so organic and refreshing. You even wrote to me one time you would love to shoot with me. I don’t style any more but if you are ever in Sydney I would love to me you.

  6. Your honesty is appreciated, dear girl. Zake’s well-being, especially, will stay in my thoughts, as will your’s and Alba’s. You are loved.

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  8. Oh Nirrimi. I too lost a love when I was younger. We spent four inseparable years together. My whole heart belonged to him. Even now, a decade later, there is still pain. Still loss. But I have four beautiful children now, and a new life that is beautiful in a different way. And you have your Alba. Beautiful Alba. And many, many memories. And it’s okay to feel it all. I’m sorry for your heartache and loss. Your photos are so beautiful. I’ve never seen a baby girl who looks so much like my Abigail. I’m still nursing her too (she turned two in June) so your beautiful photos of her always take my breath away. Blessings to you lovely girl.

  9. Even if you didn’t think you’d be sharing in writing again, thank you for doing so. A million times thank you, because your words are amazing and soothing, in some way calming for the mind of the restless. x

  10. The cynic in me remembers all the cautionary words many people spoke to you and m early in your relationship… the empathetic part of me says I’m just glad you learned eventually, even if it had to be in a particularly painful way (and involving a small girl.)

    You do seem so much more human now, in a good way. Thanks for your honesty.

  11. I’m forever amazed by your blog, your photography and your writing – you are mesmerizing. Hope to meet you one day. Until then I’m sending lots of virtual love from Copenhagen.

  12. I just found you yesterday, I spent all night reading this amazing blog. I’m so proud of you! Keep doing what you do, you are great!! I still bf my daughter she just turned 3 y old last week. Some people wont understand, its not on you its on her, i will stop when shes ready, she will wean herself sooner or later! Lots of love! Im so gad i found you

  13. I have been following your blog for years and it never fails to refresh my outlook on life, the way you live is incredible, you have an absolutely blossoming little girl and your photographs and words really do touch my heart. Bless you.

  14. I used to work across from where Luke Morris played in Byron, such a wonderful soul. Music to warm you from the inside out.

  15. My dear Nirrimi, my best friend and I separated in february. I went through heartache, grew stronger and stronger and learned so much more than I ever imagined. It’s so healing to read your thoughts and recognice them as mine. If one door shuts, another opens.
    I wish you all the love.

  16. I held my breath towards the end and at the last photo I could finally breathe. I have so much I want to say and yet I feel like nothing will mean more than “You are incredibly beautiful in your own right” It is that simple and pure. You are strength and beauty and wisdom and growth personified. As someone has already said, I’ll say it again: Thank you for existing.

  17. The words come when they are ripe. You always seem to find the right ones to pick. Reading your posts almost feel like the worn pages of my own memories. I feel less alone in my struggle at being whole, at having friends who share my silly, serious, nomadic ways, at being content to sit still awhile and simply be instead of reaching, dreaming for more. Thank you for sharing your words, and these intimate images of the raw + achingly beautiful way you live.

  18. Thank you for the beautiful words and yes you are a special kind of girl – stay that way 🙂

  19. This is the best post you have ever written, I have no words. Your wings are only just starting to spread and will take you so high x

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  21. Change is so hard. You found the key — to surround yourself with friends who love you and support you in whatever happens. I love the image of you and Alba on the balcony. She looks so grown.

  22. Nirrimi,

    Please, please , please continue to write lifestyle posts. You have no idea how quickly my fingers scrabble at the keyboard when I see you have a new post on your blog and these are my favourite.
    I know of your father and he is such a wonderful man, I can imagine how he was when he saw Alba and yourself that day.
    I love your writing, I love your posts and I wish you all the love in the world. G x

  23. I love the honesty and poetry in your words. I am old enough to be your mother but you inspire me daily – in your photography, writing, mothering and your love for all things beautiful. Wish I could give you a big hug. All the best to you on your journeys. There are even better things to come. xxx PS. I love that you are such a natural mama and still breastfeed.

  24. Nirrimi sweet, thank you for sharing so deeply as you always do. Much love to all of you, especially your dearest Zake. From all of us xoxo

  25. Nirrimi,
    You are truly so special. Thank you for sharing with us your life- all of it, the beauty and the pain. I’ve been following your blog for many years and feel that now, I am truly getting to know you. I treasure your newfound openness and honesty.
    It breaks my heart that you and M are no longer together, but I know that this will not affect the amazing life you are destined to live.
    Although your posts aren’t as frequent as I would like, they are always incredible.
    Thank you for your continued inspiration.
    -Vanessa xx

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  27. Please continue writing your rawness. I can’t tell you how great it feels to hear your words come out so truthfully. And the photos of Alba… such beautiful moments you capture. Your entire post tickled my heart.

  28. You have such a way with words, so beautiful and heartfelt. Thank you for Sharing them with us. X

  29. when I read your posts I feel like coming home. english isn’t even my mother language, but I can deeply comprehend your feelings and I feel oh-so inspired by your pictures, to me you are an amazing artist! I hope that you keep on writing posts about your personal life, because they help me so much solving problems in my own life.
    much love

  30. You are so so smart and sensitive. Every time I read your posts it’s like reading some poetry or books ‘how to live’. Just incredible!
    I believe everything is for something and has its reason… so bad situations gives us a lot even if we can not see this lesson. New chapter in your life but with your attitude I deeply believe it would be fine and only better.
    Big hug from me wonderful person x

  31. A tear rolled down my cheek as I was reading this. It’s breathtakingly beautiful!! Thank you so much for sharing it!! You’re the greatest!!!

  32. I truly love your words and your beautiful, meaningfull photos. You are so amazing, beautiful and talented. Love you!

    Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

    Love from Finland. X

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  34. This was a truly beautiful post recapturing your recent past and growth as a human; probably the best that I have read of yours! I am tempted to go into a long winded ramble about the ways in which I relate to your struggle but maybe that’s not really best expressed in an internet comment 😉 Regardless I am very glad you chose to share your experiences with us. Your photographs are absolutely beautiful, and the moments you share help remind me to cherish the magic of being with my sweet daughter and to put my energy into truly BEING there as fully as I can. I think it’s very easy to idealize a human being, and I can only imagine how it would’ve felt to face such expectations/judgement as you probably do over the internet/in real life as a consequence of how many people you have connected with. Keep on sharing whatever you feel comfortable sharing, I think you bring a great deal of inspiration and compassion to everything you do!

  35. I’ve been following you for a number of years but I’ve never commented. After reading this post, I can’t help myself. Watching you grow through the years has been a treat but this post strikes me as your most beautiful, honest and inspiring. Thank you so much for sharing such a personal story. I think I can speak for all of is when I say that you have our endless support. Looking forward to following your journey through the rest of your bright future.

  36. Thank you for sharing this. I read your story over passed few years, sometimes I felt like I know you.
    Or somehow understand how you feel. People grew everyday and everybody change. My relationship ended two years ago it’s hard maybe the hardest decision yet in my life. Life goes on.

    I always telling story about you to my friend, sharing your beautiful breath-taking photo. You are one of my inspiration (in someway) You and alba are one of beautiful human being.

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  37. All of you make pouring my heart out worth it. Thank you for letting me know how it made you feel, I truly appreciate the love.

  38. Nirrimi that nursing photo is just beautiful, it encapsulates all the love and trust between you. I am nursing my children into childhood too, and it is the most beautiful, loving part of youngest is 3 years old. I am so sorry to hear your relationship ended but I don’t doubt you will be okay. Thank you for sharing your life with us. I lived in Byron Bay and loved it too xxx Niamh in Dublin

  39. Sorry to hear about you and M. Doesn’t M have a daughter named Lily that he never showcases or talks about? He left her mother a single mother too and all men should be there for their children- all their children.

  40. That was so heartfelt, genuine and brutally honest. Thank you. @Cecilia… really? After reading through that outpouring, that’s your judgey comment? Sad.

  41. I am crying right now while thinking of you, a courageous talent with a raw love of life. Sincerely so very sorry to hear of your pain. Growing is so
    challenging and life often takes us down into dark unexplored corners to test our resolve. Don’t forget to keep the skip of a five year old in your step and a smile in your heart. Much love to YoU
    Nirrimi ❤️

  42. Nirrimi, I’ve been praying for you a lot. For strength and clear direction. I really enjoyed this post. It brought tears to my eyes and made me think that life is beautiful in the joy and the pain.

  43. I just started a new life in a new city and your words relief me like I needed so much.

    I’m still crying about your brother’s history.
    It sounds so like my sister and I.
    She always cry when I tell her that besides I see ALL the beauty around me, trees, amazing people, mountains, light, water and mostly the sky, I don’t want to be alive anymore.
    And this really puts my life in perspective.

    You are so wonderful, don’t let sad things broke your wonderfulness and the way you see the world.

    I really wish your life be surrounded by light every day, even when it need to hurt for you to grow more and more. I send you all of my love, to you and Alva joy*.

    You kind of save my day.
    You don’t imagine how much you do for people just for existing and let us learn about your experiences.

    A lot of love and light, Nirrimi.

  44. There is something about this post that is making your readers comment for the first time, and I am one of those people. I am writing because your words about Zake and Alba made me cry, it is so beautiful how the love of your baby girl healed the one person you helplessly thought you couldn’t save.. And she wasn’t even trying. She shines out the love and kindness her parents taught her.
    You hear this all the time but I really admire your strength and wisdom. Most people wouldn’t be able to stomach being with the person who betrayed them and caused them so much pain, but here you are doing it for your daughter. I am crazily in love with my boyfriend but if ever something bad should happen to “us” I will think of you and know I will also survive. You are beautiful, Nirrimi! Love, Racel

  45. I had a really tough day and now I just came home to see your post on facebook. My mood immediately changed my mood and made me smile full of excitement. So I snuggled into my bed, turned of the lights and lit a candle. Because reading what you have to say and what your thoughts are, is something so special, beautiful, delicate… I am deeply, so deeply in love with your photography, your writing and the way you live. Everything you post here and on all your other social medias is really appreciated and loved by everyone. I think I don’t only speak for myself when I say that it’s great to see you’re “back”.

    Lots and lots of love, Lina

  46. This is a beautiful post. Thank you so much for sharing. I love the part were you say: I had gone from being two halves of a whole, to being a half and now I was learning to be whole again on my own. Much love your way.

    ki xx

  47. I am in tears as I read these words while listening to Luke.. all I can say is that I appreciate your honesty and openness. I aspire to not be as afraid to share, like you do. Thank you for the feelings.. I’m sending positive thoughts all the way from a little beach town in California!

  48. I remember a long time ago that you wrote something on your facebook that truly was the thing i needed in that moment, i can’t remember the exact quote, but it said somethig about love being a strong feeling but also a ‘distraction’ and that sometimes from pain is where the most deep and wonderful art comes from.
    I wish you the best, stay strong.

  49. I’m 24, and when I was 20 I broke up with someone I’d been with for almost 5 years. That experience similarly made me realize the importance of friendships, of being whole on my own, and of doing things for myself. I realized that I had never “dated,” and though I’ve been in several relationships since then I’m still navigating dating. Living and growing on my own has been immensely rewarding. I feel now that I understand myself without the influence of others; that I am comfortable in just being me. I was scared before of being alone, but now being with myself is more than enough. Eventually I’d love to find a partner to spend my life with, but until then, I have an amazing circle of friends, lots of interests yet to be pursued, and a world to explore. I think young women especially tend to bend themselves to their partners… there is something so valuable about taking time without any of those worries to figure out your own desires and needs. Wishing you all the best in your journey! Your words are incredibly beautiful and meaningful to so many.

  50. Touching, inspiring and moving. Nirrimi you have all my admiration and support always. I recognise every single word of the heartbreak, from the beggining till the end but the way you described it made it the best post so far in your blog. You inspired me to open up in my blog and i was a bit sad when you stopped writing so i cant be more happy about you “come back”. Keep writing, loving, sharing, being silly and above all taking pictures. Keep doing what makes you happy and forget about everything else 🙂

  51. I just love this sentence: “But I never am who they think I am. People expect someone serious and insightful, but in reality I am so silly and goofy. Constantly making bad jokes and being childish. I am just real, no more special than anyone else.! So much true!

  52. okay…i just cried a few times when i read your words. so touching… and the music of luke morris is beautiful.
    i wish you all the best. you and your daughter – you are so sweet. i love the pictures, especially the first one.

  53. Nirimi, you and Alba are both just so beautiful, and your photos are exquisite, as are your words. Thank you so much for sharing them.

  54. Hi nirrimi! I’ve been reading your blog for a long time now, way before you had Alba and this is the first time I write something here.
    I’m a photographer in Brazil and you’ve been such an inspiration for me, your work is very delicate and moves me a lot. I really like reading about your thoughts, you have a magical view of everything and it’s great to see that there’s beauty like that in the world.
    I’m sorry for the things you had to go through, I wish you all the wonders in life.
    If you’re ever in Brazil, please tell me.
    all my Love,

  55. Thank you Nirrimi, thank you so much for sharing these life posts. The images are truely wonderful but what resonates the most are your words. I see myself in so many of the things you write. I wish you and alba all the best and hapiness in the world. I hope one day our paths will cross, in France or Australia or anywhere else 🙂

  56. im speechless nirrimi. i wish i could tell u how impressed im about all the stories u shared with us, but sadly my english is absolutely bad. im so grateful that i found u in the world wide web. stay strong and stay as u are, you are beautiful!

  57. Don’t ever stop writing. You are a gift. You have a gift. and you made a gift. Alba is joy and love. thank you for sharing. We love you.

  58. I m still nursing my almost two. Stay the way you are forever. You so sweet and honest. You spread so much goodness. Love.

  59. Love and all the best to you! You are so sweet and honest. There is no perfect love, you are right. Time is the best healer.

  60. one day i hope to meet you in this lifetime and just share a hug. and maybe more.

    thanks for endless and beyond words inspiration, nirrimi..and cheers to extended breastfeeding Mamas like you and me. 🙂

  61. You are dealing with a lot – a lot of wonderful things, and scary things and things that are changing. I wish you all the love, luck, warmth and positively going forward – for your family and brother and baby. Keep doing exactly what you’re doing sweets X

  62. Here’s to being whole.
    I wish there were better words which could convey to you just how much you touch my soul with your honesty about real emotions and life. You are not alone, we are all growing and learning all the time. I hope that in time you are whole again 🙂

  63. I have never commented on your posts, I just read them, let your beautiful words wash over me, and fall into your pictures. You have an extraordinary gift, your photographs leave me breathless in their capability to capture the hidden moments of wonder in both yours and Alba’s lives. They pull at such a deep part of me, and you show becoming a mother as such an extraordinary gift. How brave you are, what hard times you have been through, yet you still shine in your words, and bleed through your pictures. You remind me of a photographer I met long ago, who was the reason I bought my first camera… he had an eye for the things people miss, and when I first saw his work… that was what I wanted too. To become one of the people to stopped and saw the beauty, slowed down, and connected with the world around them. This is what I see ten-fold in your entries here… keep going little bird… keep going, I hope you make yourself whole again x

  64. wow, such a touching text. and reading that you’re just like anyone else is even more inspiring! i wish you all the best and keep in mind that you are a strong and beautiful woman! though i don’t know you that’s what is shown through your words and photos!!

  65. You are quite possibly the most beautiful mother Nirrimi, inside and out. The love you and Alba share is glorious. You are an inspiration, you are both lovely. X

  66. Nirrimi, your words always take my breathe away. It wasn’t until the very end that I could exhale.

    Cecilia: The WHO recommends that mothers breastfeed until at least 24 months. Let’s celebrate the bond that Nirrimi and Alba have rather than judge their decisions. 🙂

  67. @cecilia She’s 1 in these images, but she is 2 now and still nursing sometimes. The World Health Organization officially recommends mothers breastfeed until 2 and beyond. There are lot of awesome benefits to extended nursing, even if it is a little uncommon in Western society. 😉

  68. best post you’ve ever written n. we’ve never met, i’m sure you barely know who i am, but you are an incredible woman and i feel so proud of you in the weirdest way. you’re wonderful x

  69. Lovely to read your stories again – it’s terrible to know that people will judge you and tear you up for sharing so much of yourself, but it really makes me happy to read about your family (however your family is made up in any moment).
    It was so amazing to meet you last night. I hope your time in Perth is good to you. xx

  70. You are wonderful person, Nirrimi. I wish you all the best!
    I am orginally from Poland, Europe but right now I live in Australia (Sunshine Coast) and it is so close to Byron Bay – it was so weird (in a good way) read that we were so close to where I live now. Hang in there!

  71. I wrote you an emil over a week ago because I saw how you felt. Know I know how things made you feel that way.
    I am glad that you are becoming a whole again. <3 Much love to you and Zake.

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