Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
It occurred to me today as I sat down to write another crap journal entry (I’m not enamoured with journalling of late) that I had written almost nothing about the coronavirus. This struck me as rather odd and a bit navel-gazey. A journal doesn’t have to be all about me. Other things do happen in... Continue Reading →
How do you build consensus when everyone else is wrong? It’s an enormous problem. It’s increasingly relevant these days, as pandemics rage and politicians argue over the correct courses of action while lives hang in the balance. My opinions are right of course, as are the opinions of those who agree with me. That should... Continue Reading →
I’m trying to see things more clearly. I don’t mean in a deep way: I’m not talking about awareness or understanding. I am literally trying to see more. I’m trying to take in more of the world when I’m out and about. I’ve been walking around with my eyes wide open, trying to see it... Continue Reading →
I’ve had a hard couple of days. The radiation treatments have left me tired and nauseous. My depression is acting up as well. When the body feels bad, the brain and mood follow or something like that. At any rate, I’ve had a hard couple of days. It’s not been helped by the thing that... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 