And, so it was for thousands upon thousands of young children who like myself, would come to be known as the Stolen Generations; the official term used for aboriginal children forcibly removed from their families between 1883 – 1969. The innocent lives of children, shattered, exposed, vulnerable and raw, at the mercy of the powers that be. A government with barely a thought or concern for the lifelong ramifications they’d imposed on children who were left to cope with no family, no roots, and no identity!
I was born at La Perouse 13 February 1952…
Is there ever a Right Time?
My name is Judi Nash. I am a deeply passionate Australian author who, having spent 54 years of my life trying to make sense out of the nonsensical regarding my past, my life choices and the consequences that followed, finally realised that the only thing I wanted and needed in my life was Peace. Sadly, as a mother of two, I had not, since a young child, believed in the promise of tomorrow, and I wanted to know why! Hence my life-changing commitment into self-development and the fiercely challenging journey into the unchartered minefields of my Stolen Aboriginal past.
I learned very quickly that Self-Development requires much more than telling your story. It goes far beyond putting it out there and getting things off your chest. It is infinitely more as it requires a deeper level of honesty than I was used to and it travels deeper within the self than I had ever imagined.
For me it was the one place and space I needed to go to and yet, it was a place so intrusively intimate and so emotionally destabilising at times that I more often than not, wanted to run. Still, I never for one second thought that it would be as difficult as it proved to be.
Truth became my leveller and my strength, both the planer of honesty and the sand blaster of reality in exposing the deepest, darkest, and most painful secrets of my past. Experiences that had shaped and determined just how I had seen, analysed, and reacted to the different events throughout my life.
A story so dissimilar yet so the same in many ways to the person who might just perhaps, be standing right next to me, a roller coaster of emotions as I dared to journey into the inner sanctum of my personal being in search of the real me. From the earliest beginnings to the present and everything in between when I finally discovered for myself, that the courage I needed to begin my journey of self-discovery and self-development, was right there within me. I just had to be brave enough to reach for it.
Did I make it through?
After what seemed to be the longest and emotionally draining years of my life, I did make it, well at least to the next level of understanding in what is now for me an ongoing and promising quest for happiness. It is my forever thirst for life, a lifelong process and deeply Courageous Commitment to the Better Self.
