Amja's Journal
Survivor-Led Photography in the Boxing Ring: Wh...
Through Phoebe Shot This' lense, light becomes more than illumination, it becomes story. In this blog I share how her photography captures the essence of my new series of work,...
Survivor-Led Photography in the Boxing Ring: Wh...
Through Phoebe Shot This' lense, light becomes more than illumination, it becomes story. In this blog I share how her photography captures the essence of my new series of work,...
Boundary Setting Without Making Yourself Small
Reclaiming space after abuse isn’t about shrinking, it’s about setting boundaries rooted in self-love, support, and creative expression. In this blog, Amja shares how art became her voice, her power,...
Boundary Setting Without Making Yourself Small
Reclaiming space after abuse isn’t about shrinking, it’s about setting boundaries rooted in self-love, support, and creative expression. In this blog, Amja shares how art became her voice, her power,...
Becoming is a Quiet Revolution
Explore how rest, self-love, and quiet transformation shape your journey of becoming. A reflection on healing, visibility, and finding your people.
Becoming is a Quiet Revolution
Explore how rest, self-love, and quiet transformation shape your journey of becoming. A reflection on healing, visibility, and finding your people.
Spoken Word on Domestic Abuse: Still Rising and...
At Fight Forward’s Fight Back event, I stepped into the ring—not to fight, but to speak. This is the story behind my performance of “I’m Gonna Help My Sister Rise”—a...
Spoken Word on Domestic Abuse: Still Rising and...
At Fight Forward’s Fight Back event, I stepped into the ring—not to fight, but to speak. This is the story behind my performance of “I’m Gonna Help My Sister Rise”—a...
Behind the Blur: Writing Through Coercive Control
There are moments when the mirror lies. Not because it’s broken, but because you no longer recognise the woman staring back. That was me.
Behind the Blur: Writing Through Coercive Control
There are moments when the mirror lies. Not because it’s broken, but because you no longer recognise the woman staring back. That was me.
Is It Antonia or Amja? A Reflection
...That reflection sat with me and made me ask a deeper question on my representation. And here’s the answer; while my story is deeply interwoven with both identities, I haven’t...
Is It Antonia or Amja? A Reflection
...That reflection sat with me and made me ask a deeper question on my representation. And here’s the answer; while my story is deeply interwoven with both identities, I haven’t...
