Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
A few years back, a close friend slid all the way into menopause and started having hot flashes. Being a forty-something woman, I was aware of their existence but she was my first experience in the flesh, so to speak. My mother never experienced them. Menstruation stopped and that was pretty much it for her. Tabitha’s reality was different. Menopause was a problem, especially the … Continue reading The horror of hot flashes.
On alternate Mondays, I meet with my therapist. On the phone these days, seeing as we’re locking down and flattening the curve. I don’t mind doing my part but the truth is, virtual appointments are not as effective for me. I adopt a persona, even knowing it’s unhelpful. I become performance me, not me-me. This last appointment ended up being triggering. I didn’t mention it, … Continue reading I ate all the cookies.
I don’t know that I want the coronavirus shutdown to end. Don’t get me wrong. I’m devastated over the number of dead and infected. But if there was a way to live like we’ve been doing since the advent of the outbreak without actual sickness, that would be okay. Some good things are happening. I wouldn’t mind seeing them continue. Pre-outbreak, good luck seeing a … Continue reading When the plague ends – random Sunday thoughts.
I noticed the wasp nest on the neighbour’s gutters first. It was a bit of a “eureka” moment. It’s not that I love wasp’s nests – their stings are a misery – or that I’m participating in a strange geocaching quest, rather, we’ve had an increase in sightings on the back deck and I needed to find out where the wasps were hanging their hats. … Continue reading The squirrel next door.
From Famine to Feast 