24/04/2026
I’m privileged to be an Australian citizen. For my family, Australia was a choice, not a birthright, and that makes days like today mean something deeper.
On Anzac Day, Australians around the world come together to honour our ANZACs. We salute them. We thank them for their service, for fighting for our freedom, for the ones who came home, and for the ones who didn’t.
I’m also privileged to be married to one of these soldiers. The father of my children. Our real life hero.
But here’s what not everyone talks about. So many of these men and women, including my own, traded a physical battlefield for a mental one. A battle with no clear end date. A battle that doesn’t make the news, doesn’t get a parade, but is fought every single day.
This Anzac Day hurts more than others. We are walking through one of the hardest seasons we have ever faced, and I won’t pretend otherwise. Today I can’t be beside him but I am honouring him. With every part of me.
Lest we forget, not just the fallen, but the ones still fighting.