Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I have eight tattoos currently, and no regrets. My first ink was a thirtieth birthday present: I got a tattoo of the crown chakra, and had it done in purple. The crown chakra represents knowledge and peace, which I felt were nicely aspirational sentiments for a tattoo. It’s on my back, just above the left shoulder blade. It’s the only tattoo I can’t see without … Continue reading Tattoo Number Nine Is Pending
Introduction I’ve been struggling with doing this last bit, and that struggle extends into writing. Part of the blame lies with mood, and part of it is a result of pain. Depression leaves me apathetic and unmotivated, and the pain associated with carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand, along with the carpal metacarpal arthritis in both hands, makes working with my hands difficult. The … Continue reading Seventy-Three Questions, Seventy-Three-ish Answers
I like dystopian literature. It’s one of my favourite genres. I like the combination of the unflinching view of humans and how base, violent, and nasty we can get, with the yearning hope for better that’s also part of the story. Sometimes, the hopefulness seems terribly pointless and misplaced, and often, especially early on in the stories, darkness seems to triumph, but that’s usually a … Continue reading Dystopian Lit and the Happily Ever After.
I don’t like living in big emotions, especially the negative ones, but unfortunately, I tend to ruminate. I get stuck in my thoughts and feels, and I forget how to find my way out. Unfortunately, if the exit is unavailable, maladaptive coping mechanisms come back to the fore right damn quick. Some people respond more positively to life’s slings and arrows, or so it seems … Continue reading Run Fast From the Feelings – a journal joint
From Famine to Feast 