Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
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.
The same old refrain and I’m tired of hearing it, tired of repeating it, discussing it, hugging it tight, loving it to let it go, dealing with inner demons, blaming the media. It’s the flesh. It’s always the flesh. Moods come and go and some days I can leave the house. Past traumas come to visit and overstay their welcome. All of it fluxing except … Continue reading The same old refrain.
Sentience is a tricky concept. Is it the mind? Is it the soul? Who has it? Someone once told me if you can’t explain something, you don’t understand it. I can’t explain sentience. I just know I have it. I equate sentience to the thing that makes me, me. I equate it to an understanding of life and the universe beyond myself and my immediate … Continue reading What is sentience – the meaning of life, part 3.
