Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
There’s a green ball in the doorway to my bedroom. It’s about fifteen inches in diameters so it partially blocks one’s path. It’s been living there, half in my room and half in the hall, for about week. Every day I walk by it and think about putting it away. Yet there it sits, mocking me. I could pick it up. I don’t. This is … Continue reading A green ball in the hall.
There’s a cost to everything. Consider it carefully. * I got rid of fifteen boxes of comic books recently. They were my brothers’. They were into the comic book scene from the late eighties to the early aughts. Then life took them in different directions. Literally. One moved to New Zealand, the other cross-country to Ontario. What then to do with the boxes? What to … Continue reading There’s a cost.
The world is full of pretty people doing interesting-looking things with their lives and making big piles of money doing it. This would be fine if they were doing it quietly but life being what it is, they are held up across the media as poster children for the kind of life we should all want. We know nothing about them, of course. Whether they … Continue reading Believing in yourself and vision boards.
I often have conversations with myself. I end up in odd places. I’ve been thinking about the nature of the world. It seemed appropriate, given that we are in a global pandemic. I was thinking about the concept of nations. I started off thinking about “illegals”; “irregulars” as they’re called in my country. I was thinking about how some people get enraged by the idea … Continue reading Conversations with myself – random Sunday thoughts.
From Famine to Feast 