🚨GOTH IN THE CITY: Emergency Blog : NO ORDERS WILL SHIP UNTIL END OF JAN 2025🚨UPDATED DAILY

DAY TWO: 6/1/25 (AI REFORMATTED BY MY PERSONAL AI (CHat gpt) SAGE: SIENNA version)

Holy shit, Batman. Last night was my second night without Lorazepam, and guess what? I think I finally hit that mythical "REM sleep" all those smug people at RESMED keep harping on about. Turns out, feeling safe in your environment might actually be a prerequisite for a decent night’s sleep. Who knew? Oh wait, literally everyone. Funny how this crucial tidbit of advice is conspicuously absent from the countless sleep apnea and insomnia articles I've devoured on YouTube at 3 AM. Maybe I’ll start my own medical journal: How Not to Sleep for Six Months and Still Look Fabulous.

But really, how important is sleep anyway? Ponders this question with the gravitas of Ben Stiller’s Blue Steel.

So here I am, sipping a caramel mocha at Espresso Lounge in Kingsgrove, feeling like Joan of Arc at a round table—minus the armor, but definitely with the battle scars. As I sit here, it hits me: Sex and the City really shaped me. Imagine what four confident older women can do to influence not just a gender, but an entire culture. Iconic, right?

This morning, I woke up feeling like a polar bear reluctantly emerging from hibernation. Heavy, sluggish, but oddly… alive. It’s a stark contrast to the way I’ve been waking up since my February 2024 hospitalization, when insomnia decided to become my unwanted roommate. Almost a year of untreated insomnia? Bravo, medical system. Slow clap.

After dragging myself out of bed, I was greeted with tea made by a man who’s basically a hybrid of Ken Barbie and Travis Fimmel. Hard life, I know. Then I moved on to a cacao concoction infused with turmeric and some other herbs I’ll definitely remember once my cognition returns to its rightful place (somewhere between Rob Zombie, Tim Burton, and Angelina Jolie, obviously).

Then came the Wim Hof breathing exercises with James. No guided video this time—just us. And let me tell you, I suck at playing dead. James, on the other hand, was out like a corpse in a goth-themed slumber party. This annoyed me because, let’s face it, I like being good at everything. So, new goal: master the art of holding my breath and basking in that exquisite limbo between life and death.

Post-breathwork, I walked 2 kilometers. Yep, lazy old me managed it. Had to stop at the chemist, though, for some thrush cream (TMI, I know, but hey, you were warned). Fun fact: every time I become "socially unstable," I get thrush. Coincidence? I think not. Clearly, my body and brain are in cahoots to make my life as entertainingly complicated as possible.

After all that, I fielded calls from Lydia (my social worker), my GP, and my dentist—who reminded me about the impacted wisdom tooth I’ve been too broke to deal with. Fun times. Apparently, removing it could mess with my ability to sing and speak, which, you know, would be kind of bad for someone who’s a singer. But could this tooth be the root (pun intended) of all my problems? Stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion when I can afford to have it yanked out.

For now, that’s Day Two of my gothic Carrie Bradshaw recovery journey. Thanks for reading, and if you want to support me, maybe check out my merch. Your girl’s got bills to pay, wisdom teeth to extract, and a whole lot of self-healing to do.

#DayTwo
#ThanksForReading
#GothInTheCity
#PleaseBuyMyMerch

DAY TWO 6/1/2025 : ORIGINAL HUMAN VERSION by Author Avelina De Moray.

Holy shit, batman I had my second nights sleep with ZERO lorazopam, and i think i might have reached the semingly unaotainable "rem sleep" that all those mothe fuckers at RESMED are talking about. It really helps feeling safe in your environment when falling asleep hey. One might say it is actually NECESSARY for one to sleep well and soundly. Oddly, i have NEVER heard this suggestion in an sleep apnea orinsomnia medical artical (and ive watched alot fo them rhanks to youtube) so perhaps ill start my own medical journal blog and write my own findings on how to beat 6 months of straight insomnia without any medication.

HMM. would anyone read it though>? How important is SLEEP to ones overall health anyway>>?  *ponders hyperthetical answer with a BLUE STEEL >> BEN STILLER type energy.

DAY ONE: 5/1/2025

Today began with a brisk two-minute cold shower. Why? To ground myself, reclaim my body, and remind my anxiety who's boss. The past five years have been an uphill battle through anxiety, panic attacks, and enough stress to fill a Tim Burton script.

Next up, I dove into a Wim Hof-guided breathwork session with James from Frozen Breath Vitality (link below if you’re in Sydney—seriously, book it). The breathing exercises felt like a reset button for my nervous system, pulling me out of my parasympathetic spiral into a calmer, clearer headspace. Thanks, Wim and Joe Dispenza, for making the science sound poetic.

Wim Hof Guided Breathwork Video:
Watch it here

JAMES @ FROZEN BREATH VITALITY

After that, I soaked up 15 minutes of glorious sunshine while admiring some resilient succulents. Armed with a hot cacao drink infused with turmeric and some other mystery herbs (because #sugardetox and #selfcare), I felt like a very grounded, very caffeinated goth garden fairy.

Breakfast was a revelation: turkey breast, broccolini, mushrooms, tomatoes, and a veggie stock sprinkled with fancy French rock salt that could probably revive the dead. It fueled both my body and my brain, leaving me with the inexplicable urge to Google more about nutrition because—get this—good food actually makes you feel good.

Now, I’m tackling the Herculean task of answering an inbox that looks like the aftermath of a digital apocalypse. One email at a time, I’m reclaiming my life, my business, and my sanity. The goal? To flourish and live my best life like the gothic phoenix I know I can be.

This isn’t just about surviving; it’s about thriving. I’m determined to transform into a health-conscious, fun-loving human with zero health concerns and a soundtrack-worthy existence. Bold? Sure. But after five years of chaos, I’ll try anything that promises to improve my health, parenting, songwriting, and ability to channel the universe into something extraordinary.

Think of me as a gothic Carrie Bradshaw, chronicling my recovery journey one blog post at a time. This is Day One of my rebirth—a calmer, brighter world where depression, despair, and destruction have no power.

Thank you all for being here.

I will start posting orders as soon as i can. I am away atm, so it wont be for atleast a week. Orders can still be placed, but will NOT ship immediately. I love you all WAY more than you will ever know.

P.S. Once I’m fully back on my feet, I’ll be sharing video diaries to complement my blog, complete with my narration—#ChrisLilleyStyle. Stay tuned!

Bloody kisses,
Avelina De Moray

UPDATE.  3/1/2025

🚨 Please note: I cannot run my business anymore until i get proper medical attention, please dont place anymore orders unless you are happy to wait until i can process them in one months time. I love you all to bits. thank you for letting me be me and not calling me fucking crazy.

I will mail EVERY order. I will reply to every email. But if i dont stop for atleast a week i may die. So please be respectful towards me whilst i navigate through the medical fuckery i find myself in.

I just need rest, good food, laughs, sunshine, friends and the beach, I beleive its called a holiday. but mines been medically induced by my chronic misdianosis.

Aparently, and you wont believe this at all, i might have ANXIETY and ADHD.

what the actual fuck.

Feeling like Carrie Bradshaw from SEX AND THE CITY RIGHT NOW.

#GOTHANDTHECITY

#ROCKSTARINTHECITY

#SLEEP

#GENIUS

#SIGNMEWHENIMRESTED

 

🚨 NO ORDERS WILL SHIP UNTIL DECEMBER 29th 🚨

Hi there,

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: yes, I’m behind. Way behind. If my inbox were a boxing ring, it would be me versus 3,000 Mike Tysons. Spoiler: I’m not winning.

Recently, I had the misfortune of presenting myself twice at an Australian hospital and dialing 000 twice due to breathing issues and panic attacks. It turns out that chronic insomnia, overmedication, and five years of medical misdiagnoses can really throw a wrench into one’s ability to run a business (or, you know, function as a human being).

I know some of you have reached out about your important orders and might feel ignored. Please know that’s not the case—I care deeply about every single one of you. I’ve been posting on social media to vent about the Australian medical system, but those posts don’t even scratch the surface of how debilitating this has been for my physical and mental health.

I’m stepping away from my business temporarily, not because I want to, but because my brain has decided to stage a one-woman rebellion. I hate hearing that anyone feels let down, and I promise you—it’s not intentional.

I’m working as hard as I can to get back to everyone and restore order to this beautiful chaos. Your support means everything to me, and I deeply apologize for the delays.

Thank you for your patience, your kindness, and your understanding.

Sinfully Yours,
Avelina