A writer and performance artist working at the crossroads between trauma and creation… marisagarreffa.com and garreffacreative.com
I was starving. The rumbling of my stomach was drowning out the sounds of Milan through the window.
I was trying to ignore it, the hollow feeling. I glared at my stomach: Don’t you dare make me do it.
I want to talk about suicide. I want to talk about suicide because it is a part of life in Perth, where I come from. I want to…
Many years ago, a friend sat me down. “Marisa, if you woke up tomorrow and couldn’t make theatre anymore, do you realise that people would still love you?”
No. I did not know that, or believe it.