I really do hope you’re having an excellent day, regardless if you celebrate Canada Day or not. It’s Saturday and that’s a nice day so have a wonderful one if you can. As for myself, I’m grouchy and grumpy, because I’m broken. Again. I’m up visiting my mom in Powell River and I was really hoping we could go to… Read more »
I know what you’re about to say. You can’t fail Nanowrimo, so long as you get some writing done! If that’s the criterion, I have failed this year, because I have written 0 words. Zero. Look: Nothing. No words on Anala, no words on From the Ashes; just a smattering of words on blogs and some rants on Facebook. And… Read more »
I just read this great piece by Daniel José Older called Writing Begins With Forgiveness: Why One of the Most Common Pieces of Writing Advice Is Wrong. There’s a paragraph I really want to share with you, so I’m going to quote it here: Here’s what stops more people from writing than anything else: shame. That creeping, nagging sense of… Read more »
Dear Sir, whomever you may be, I hope you feel good. I hope that you are sitting in satisfaction at never having made a mistake in your entire human life. I hope that you know that you must be perfect, that the gods shine love down upon you and bless you in ways they do not bless other mortals. This… Read more »
Content warning: emetophobia, depression, thoughts of self-harm/suicide A week ago I had the flu. I call it the “Angry Badger Flu” because it felt like two angry badgers were fighting in my stomach and ripping up my insides and punching my gag reflex like it was a button that would give them kibble. Luckily, that portion only lasted one night,… Read more »
Trauma to the body is difficult to deal with when you’re not already saddled with mental illnesses like depression or PTSD. Those ghosts taking up residence in my brain made it that much harder to accept.
I broke my femur, but I still don’t know if there is also tendon or ligament damage. My future is as fuzzy as it was a few days ago.
On Friday, July 4th I slipped and fell in the kitchen. My leg twisted severely, and I was racked with pain so terrible I screamed uncontrollably for 5 minutes.
So few people are aware of auditory processing deficit as an actual thing that when explaining it I often just default to “It’s a hearing problem,” but that’s not accurate.
This is meant as sort of a general update on my life.
Having mental illness means you learn to minimize what’s going on with you, or you learn to be alone.
On any given day you might think I’m doing just fine by looking at my outside — but inside, I’m screaming.