Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
On Fridays, I wear camouflage. Specifically, I wear a pair of camo track pants that are old and remain baggy and saggy even fresh from the wash. They’re also decorated with a bit of paint splatter from when I painted the mudroom walls London Fog, one of the 73,295,146 types of white available at the paint store. The pants aren’t a thing of beauty by … Continue reading On Saturdays, we wear memes.
Gen X is an interesting generation. We’ve not only borne witness to amazing changes, we’ve embraced and adapted to them. We’re the kids born between the mid-sixties and 1980. We’re the latchkey kids and the MTV generation. We’re women in higher education and the workforce without (official) restrictions. We’re ostensibly about equal rights. We watched the wall fall and consumer-based capitalism triumph and hasn’t the … Continue reading Bring on the connectivity – an off-the-cuff joint.
I live with anxiety and c-PTSD among other neuroses – humble brag – and lists are my happy place. I find them aspirational and inspirational. I can tend to aimless wheel spinning with my puttering – reorganizing the library again is a lateral move no matter how it soothes anxious feelings – so lists can lead to me feeling productive at the end of the … Continue reading To-do lists – an off-the-cuff joint.
The introduction The death of my mother has been the strangest experience of my life. I’m not experiencing it much yet – I remain fairly dissociated and depersonalized. Everything feels not quite real to me. Even though I know it is. Nothing is as I thought it would be. Once again, television has lied to us. We had the memorial service for my mother yesterday. … Continue reading Turning the page.
From Famine to Feast 