Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I have no plan. I don’t think much about the future. Not about next week, or next month, or next year. I used to, many, many years ago. When I was a child and wanted to be an aerospace engineer. Or a biochemist. Or a surgeon. Back when I had plans for the future. But an eating disorder, though it taunts you with ideas of … Continue reading Nihilism is almost never a good idea – an off-the-cuff joint.
The first slip When I was in grade twelve, our school’s concert band participated in yet another band competition. Our conductor liked to compete, so we performed as often as he could manage. I don’t remember if we performed well or badly, but I remember that our band teacher wasn’t pleased. And when he wasn’t happy, things didn’t go well for us. There would be … Continue reading Happy back, happy life.
It’s hard coming up with clever titles for repetitious offerings, not that I’ve ever been queen of the title. I’m the opposite of good with them, at least on a technical level. I don’t want to talk about capitalizations. And content is so subjective. In addition to culling the vast quantity of desktop memes I’ve saved lo these many years, I’m attempting to reduced the … Continue reading And then there were memes.
The writer’s deep love for reading came from her mother, who instilled it in her from a young age. She reminisces about her childhood reading experiences and how her preferences have evolved. While she discusses her dislike for certain genres, she cherishes books featuring strong female protagonists and magical worlds that teach important life lessons. Continue reading A book is a good thing to have.
