The Truth About New Years’ Resolutions


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I am standing shoulder to shoulder in a crowd filled with what seems like half the population of Adelaide. A usually quiet small-town pub, tonight the Robe Caledonian Inn has been transformed into the South East’s most vibrant hangout. It’s a cool evening, which is not unexpected considering we’re in Robe. Usually, I’d be annoyed by the fact that I have to wear a jumper in the height of Summer, but tonight I don’t mind. The light breeze is a pleasant relief against the heat emanating from the cluster of dancing bodies in which I have somehow ended up in the middle of.

I am mildly intoxicated – enough to admit that I prefer Madonna’s “Hung Up” to ABBA’s original, “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!”, but not enough to commit a social faux pas that I might regret in the morning (though some might say that confessing my love of “Hung Up” is indeed an unforgivable social faux pas).  Sorry, not sorry. I gaze up at local celebrities, the B-Sharps, as they perform a stellar rendition of Paul Kelly’s iconic “How to Make Gravy”. I chime in along with the rest of the audience, throwing in some random words here and there when the actual lyrics have escaped me. I do however manage to nail the outro – a simple repetition of “doo-la-doo-da-doo-doo” that continues until the rest of the instruments eventually fade out. I get ready for the next song. Surely it’ll be “Wonderwall”, or maybe “Hotel California”. I am struck by a moment of confusion when, instead of playing another song, the band starts counting down from ten. The alcohol has clearly made me slower than usual and it takes me a few seconds before I realise what is happening. I quickly chime in, “eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one – HAPPY NEW YEAR!”.

Ah yes, it’s that time of the year again. A time where we all reflect on the year that has passed us by – quicker than the last one I swear – and press the reset button, vowing to embark on a year of self-improvement and character building so on and so forth. But how is this year really going to be any different from all those other years where you have made those same promises to yourself and set those same goals that are still, three years later, yet to be achieved? Why is this year going to be the year that you apply for a promotion, read a book every month, or quit your job and travel around the world? How will you change your approach so that you can actually achieve those same objectives that you set yourself last year, committed to for a month, only to give up on in February when life became all too much again?

This may all sound pessimistic but I am only asking these questions of you because these are the same questions that I asked myself when I woke up on the 1st of January 2020 with a mild hangover and a severely depleted bank account. I have always believed in setting myself goals but when it comes to new years’ resolutions I think we’re gypped. There is an expectation that we lay all our ambitions and aspirations out on the table for everyone to know about. But what happens at the end of the year when, for whatever reason, we maybe haven’t been able to achieve those goals? We feel shame, guilt and disappointment, maybe even embarrassment.

For these reasons, I have chosen to take a different approach to my new years’ resolutions for 2020. For one, I have set myself goals that I actually want to achieve, not what I think would make others proud of me. Secondly, the goals that I have set myself are, in my mind, realistic and achievable. I have started small so that if I feel that I have the capacity to go bigger, then I can. While I do believe it is important to dream big, I think that rather than setting yourself one huge and daunting challenge, it’s better to break that overarching goal into several smaller goals. That way, as you achieve each stepping-stone objective, you’ll feel at least some sense of accomplishment. Hopefully, this will motivate you to continue pursuing the ultimate goal rather than becoming overwhelmed and frustrated by the feeling that you’re not getting anywhere. This also means that at the end of the year, even if you haven’t achieved all that you set out to, at least you know that you have taken steps to put yourself in a better position to reach it the following year. Finally, if I do get halfway through the year and decide that I am simply no longer interested in achieving a particular goal, then I will not force myself to pursue it. Instead, I’ll devote myself to the remaining goals that are truly important to me.

So, with all that being said, what are your goals for 2020?


Inside the Nightmare

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Amber Romberg awoke to the sound of her door gently creaking open like it used to when her parents would come and check on her as a child. She listens to the fan whirring above her bed. It’s winter, but the white noise nurses her to sleep every night, so she keeps it on. At first, everything seems normal, but when Amber tries to reach for the glass on her bedside table, she can’t. She tries to sit up, but it’s as though she has been bound to her bed, like a patient in a psychiatric ward. Suddenly, an immense pressure begins pressing down on her body, as though a tonne of cement has been poured over her. She’s utterly helpless beneath its weight. Then she sees it. Out of the corner of her eye, a tall, dark figure, lurking in the corner near her bedroom door. She can’t make out its face, or its body, but she can feel its malignant presence in the room with her.

The faceless shadow moves towards her, the floorboards groaning beneath its weight. Amber cries for help, but nothing comes out. She can feel her heart palpitating with terror. But still, she remains helpless. The creature is now looming over her. It’s so close that she can smell its offensive odour. It’s how she’d imagine a rotting corpse might smell. It begins whispering something, but Amber can’t make out what it’s saying. Then, the whispering turns into an unbearable wailing that makes Amber’s blood run cold. She tries to block her ears, but her arms remain bound. The dark mass is now levitating above her. If it had a face, it would be just centimetres away from hers. She begins to sink into her mattress, as though she is being pulled into the depths of the Underworld. The shadow has almost wholly engulfed her now. She can feel ice-cold hands clawing at her back, dragging her deeper and deeper into the abyss. Then, all of a sudden, the figure dissipates into thin air. The hands withdraw, the cement is lifted from her chest, and her limbs are released from their bounds.Amber sits up, gasping for air. The room is empty, and the house is silent except for the gentle whirring of the fan above her bed.

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Amber sits across from me at a park bench on the outskirts of Adelaide’s CBD. A second-year uni student, Amber is studying a bachelor of psychology at Flinders University. She’s wearing an oversized bomber jacket, tight-fitting denim jeans and a pair of shiny black Doc Martens. It’s autumn now, almost a year since the incident. The sun is shining, but there is a chill in the air, which only becomes more pronounced as Amber tells me her story.

When Amber told her mum what had happened, they both passed it off as a very vivid, very terrifying nightmare. But the lingering sense of being in the “presence of pure evil” left her too afraid to sleep at night. So as any millennial would, she took to the web to find some answers. Within an hour of frantic Googling, Amber had stumbled across a plethora of articles, chat forums and YouTube videos that confirmed to her that she was not going crazy, and she was certainly notbeing possessed by a demon. She had, in fact, suffered an episode of sleep paralysis (SP).

Once termed the ‘Nightmare’ (then spelt Nightmaere) the first clinical description of SP was published in the journal of the Royal Society of Medicine in 1664 by a Dutch physician. Nowadays, we use the term to describe a bad dream, but in its original context, it referred to a nocturnal visit from a sex-crazed demon, known as a succubus or incubus. Indeed, long before any sort of medical explanation was articulated, descriptions of the phenomenon were prevalent in global folklore. While these descriptions all contain the same fundamental elements, the etiological interpretations of the phenomenon have been determined based on various cultural and religious beliefs.

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In the western world, SP was most commonly attributed to witchcraft and demonic possession. In Newfoundland, the Old Hag, a supernatural creature that would come and sit on sleepers’ chests at night, was responsible for the phenomenon. Meanwhile, in Europe and the United States, records from witch trials dating as far back as the 1600s contain testimonies of people claiming to have been held down by witches in the middle of the night. One testimony, recorded in 1747, describes a European woman professing that her husband had been lying stiff in bed with his eyes open, barely breathing, when he suddenly cried: “My Lord Jesus help me! Oh! Fiery witches took me to Maramaros, and they put six hundred-weight of salt on me.”

In other countries, SP has its source in the spiritual world. In St Lucia, the phenomenon was associated with creatures known as Kokma, which are the malevolent spirits of unbaptised babies that would crawl on top of people while they slept. In Egypt, SP was an attack by a powerful genie (Jinn), and in Japan, the phrase Kanashibari has been used to describe the ‘Nightmare’. The term literally translates to ‘metal-binding’, but in Japanese vernacular, it refers to any state of immobility.

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Despite being a matter of discussion for many centuries, the disorder has only properly been categorised in the past fifty years. According to Psychiatrist Dr Richard Weeks, SP is “best known as part of the tetrad of narcolepsy, which is characterised by excessive sleepiness, ‘sleep attacks’ and sudden loss of muscle control. However, it can also occur as an isolated phenomenon, which is called isolated sleep paralysis (ISP).” In its simplest terms, it is a temporary disconnect between the body and mind either just before falling asleep or just before waking up. “It occurs when rapid eye movement (REM) and partial wakefulness co-occur,” Dr Weeks tells me via email.

REM is the fifth and final stage of our sleep cycle, and it is during this phase that we are most likely to dream. To prevent us from acting out those dreams, the brain sends signals to the nervous system to paralyse our muscles. This puts us in a state of atonia, where our muscles have almost no strength, making us temporarily immobile. Richard explains that when we experience SP, it is because “our muscles have not yet received important information from the brain to let them move freely.” This is why people tend to feel as though they can’t breathe properly or that there is immense pressure on their chest because while their involuntary respiratory movements remain fully functional, their voluntary breathing is restricted. Amber describes the sensation as “waking up dead.”

When I asked Dr Weeks why people experienced vivid and often terrifying hallucinations during SP, he confessed that the science was inconclusive but that there are some possible explanations for it. In a second email, he explained that because we are most likely to dream during REM, waking up during this stage of the sleep cycle can result in vivid multisensory hallucinations.  “It’s tantamount to dreaming with one’s eyes open,” he tells me.


He went on to explain that a possible reason for such frightening hallucinations is because of the hyperactive state of the amygdala, which is the part of the brain strongly associated with emotion and fear- processing, throughout REM. “During sleep paralysis, your amygdala is actively responding to a sense of fear despite there being no obvious threat. To resolve this paradox, the brain creates sinister hallucinations.”

However, while as many as 40% of the general population may experience ISP once in their lifetime, only 20% will encounter visual hallucinations. Individuals who are more likely to suffer from hallucinations are those that have narcolepsy.

Karl Hoschke is a big burly 24-year-old with a lax demeanour and a charming smile constantly spread across his face. He was diagnosed with narcolepsy in early 2015. “The first time I had sleep paralysis was quite scary as I didn’t know how to escape this false reality as I couldn’t move. Luckily, my girlfriend was sleeping next to me, so I started frantically tapping her with my hand because I was somehow able to move that part of my body,” he tells me. “It was only when she gently began shaking me that I came out of the paralysis. Now the code for ‘help me’ is when I frantically tap her to wake me up. If I have no one to wake me up, then I simply have to be patient until it goes away.”

While Karl didn’t experience any hallucinations during his first episode of SP, he says that since then he has encountered a panoply of supernatural entities, from a disfigured dead girl prowling around his room, to a hung man dangling limply next to his bed. “I’ve seen so much shit,” Karl sighs. “I remember one night all of the clothes on my bedroom floor had turned into bloodied cadavers, and another time my fan transformed into a red-eyed crow with blades for wings. Once I even awoke to the sensation of electrical charges pulsating through my body.”


While Karl’s stories were enough to give me nightmares, he admits that he’s not too phased by it. “It’s certainly unpleasant and scary at times, but I just tell myself that it’s not real and that eventually, I’ll wake up.”


For Amber, however, “knowing that it will end is no comfort at all. Every second is Hell.” While Miss Romberg hasn’t had a second run-in with the shadow monster, she reveals that she has had several more episodes since the first incident. “Thankfully I haven’t had any more visual hallucinations, but I still get an overwhelming sense that there is something sinister in the room with me, a sort of presence I guess. It’s really quite disturbing.” When I ask Amber if she believes there is a reason for her episodes, she tells me that she thinks it might be related to stress and a lack of sleep. “When I first got it, I was extremely stressed because we had some family stuff going on, plus the pressure of uni and work on top of that. I was so pent-up with anxiety that I was barely sleeping.”

According to Dr Weeks, general stress and lack of sleep can certainly lead to an episode of SP. “Any sort of sleep deprivation, altered sleeping patterns, stress, and even sleeping on your back are all things that can bring out the condition,” he tells me. “Other disorders such as bipolar, PTSD, depression and anxiety can also trigger sleep paralysis in an individual.” Unfortunately, there is little that can be done to treat the disorder. However, Richard does recommend maintaining a regular sleep schedule, reducing caffeine and alcohol consumption, meditation and getting adequate sleep.

For Karl, SP is simply part of his condition. At the end of our interview, he tells me that he wants to learn how to embrace it and turn it into a joyful experience. “I’ve heard that people can turn an episode into lucid dreaming and instead of suffering from terrible hallucinations, they’re able to astral project themselves and do all sorts of crazy things.”

Meanwhile, for Amber, the experience has made her more interested in the human mind. “If anything good has come out of this, it’s that it has motivated me to use my psychology degree to educate others about the disorder,” she exclaims. For now, though, Amber hopes she will never experience another episode again. “I’ve started meditating before bed, and I aim to get at least six hours of sleep a night.” After thanking her for her time, Amber and I part ways. As I walk towards my car a sudden feeling of dread washes over me, I can’t help but wonder if the faceless shadow creature will be paying me a visit later on tonight.

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Moving Out of Home

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It has been a while since I last posted, believe me, I know. I must admit, maintaining this blog as regularly as I first anticipated has been more difficult than I thought it would be. What can I say, life gets busy. A lot has happened this year. I mean A LOT. Some good…some not so good, but I’ll spare you the details of the latter. One of the biggest things that has happened (or I should say currently happening) is that I’m moving out of home for the first time.

The thought of this makes me feel a lot of things. Excited, overwhelmed, daunted, financially stressed and to be honest, a little scared. But in saying that I know that everything will be ok in the end. I mean, if thousands of other 21-year olds can survive out of home, surely I can manage? Yes, it may mean that I’ll have to forego almond milk in my morning coffee (but perhaps my barista will love me better for that) and curb my impulse buying habits (time to accept that 10 pairs of converse are sufficient). I’ll definitely have to pick up an extra shift at work during the semester and devote an hour of my weekend to grocery shopping, but, in the scheme of things these compromises are not so bad at all.

There is no doubt that the next few months are going to be filled with challenges and lessons learned. So, here is what I am hoping to do. I’m hoping to use this blog as a bit of a platform to share my experiences with you, and perhaps offer some helpful advice on what to do and what not to do when it comes to moving out of home.

To start off with, here are some of the things I’ve picked up so far:

    1. When you find a place you like, get your application forms in quick! No, I don’t mean in a few days, I mean now. Because, chances are that if another suitable applicant gets their forms in first, then they’re going to get the house.

    2. Think about what’s important to you in terms of location or the quality of the house. While spending hours trolling through it was interesting to see the contrast in price between a nice house in a suburb slightly further from the city than say, a dilapidated shit-hole in a suburb like Parkside. Think about what you want and find a balance between location and house quality.

    3. If you’ve got a pet, finding a rental property is going to be 10 times harder, especially if it’s a large dog!

    4. Make a good impression with the property manager when you go to inspect a house. Make sure you introduce yourself and ask questions to show that you’re truly interested in the property. Building up some sort of rapport will improve your chances of being considered as a potential tenant.

    5. The rental market is a bitch for those that don’t have a past rental history. I mean, it makes sense. Landlords want to be able to trust the people that they’re leasing their house to and what better confirmation do you need than references from past landlords!

    6. Before moving out, be absolutely certain that you’re going to be able to live with the people that you’re intending to share a house with. Whether you’re moving out with close friends, strangers, mutual acquaintances, family members or a mixture, you want to be certain that you can all get along for the most part and that everyone is going to pull their weight when it comes to maintaining the property and paying the bills.

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Moving out of home is no small feat, and there are so many things that I hadn’t even thought of that require deep consideration (like which toilet scrubber is better value). So, I’ve created a little bit of a checklist of all the things that are important to think about when first moving out.

Moving Out Checklist:

  • Utilities
    • Electricity
    • Phone Connection
    • Gas
    • Internet
    • Water
  • Furniture
    • Think about what the necessities are and what you can do without for a while.
    • Look for budget items on eBay and Gumtree.
    • If someone offers you something for free (and it’s somewhat functional), take it!
    • Kmart, Target and Big W are your best friends for cheap decor, furniture and appliances.
  • Get contents insurance 
    • This is something I didn’t even think about until the property manager suggested it, but if something happens to the house (a fire, break-in, flooding), you’re gonna want to make sure that all your valuable shit is insured.
  • Budget, budget, budget! 
    • This is going to be key when it comes to dealing with the expenses of living out of home. It will also hopefully relieve some financial stress if you’re able to create a budget (and stick to it). Consider things like bills, rent and other household expenses.
    • If you’re renting with family members, perhaps consider opening a joint bank account and each transferring a set amount of money into it each week to create a pool of funds for household expenses and bills.
  •  Take it as a chance to get rid of all the shit you’ve accumulated over the past decade. Be ruthless. Treat it as a cleanse. But don’t be lazy and just chuck everything in the bin. Recycle what you can and give anything that is still in reasonable condition to charity. Also, take it as an opportunity to make a bit of extra dough by selling any unwanted items on eBay or gumtree – who would have thought one could get $25 out of a 20-year old keyboard.
  • Organise removalist if you’ve got big-ass furniture items like desks and double beds. But, if you can, try and get some mates together to help out (especially ones with trailers or utes) and pay them back with a slab of beer (it’ll be cheaper and you can nab a few for yourself).
  • Redirect your mail and update your address for things like your driver’s licence, bank details and Medicare.

My final tip is to accept that it’s going to be challenging and stressful, but at the end of the day, everyone has to move out at some stage, so what better time than now?

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