Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I encountered yoga as an exercise in the 1970s. I was seven or eight and the television show “Yoga with Kareen” was occasionally playing on the screen. I remember doing a shoulder stand and bicycling my legs. I remember being curious about the leotard. I don’t know that I’d call myself a fanatic, and I definitely wouldn’t call myself an expert, but I’ve maintained some … Continue reading There has always been yoga.
It has been a tense week. I’ve appreciated the kind words and the reaching out very much. Worry is a hard thing to carry alone. One of the annoying things about cancer is its permanence. Once you’ve had it, the possibility of getting it again is ever in your mind. It takes up mental space. So many things we’d rather not, do. Sometimes, it feels … Continue reading Mastitis, not breast cancer – an off-the-cuff joint.
Your birthday is an anniversary. Did you know that? You only have one original birthday, unless strange things are afoot. Every year after that first entry is a revisit. I don’t mind a revisit. I’m not someone who gives up on birthdays. I like celebrating the good things: hit me. I’m less a fan of remembered misery, but anniversaries show up there too. I’m lousy … Continue reading Everyone loves an anniversary, and by “everyone,” I mean me.
When I split from my son’s father, the lawyer gave me a piece of advice. Not unsolicited – I’d asked him how long it would take before I felt better. He told me that in his experience. it took about half the time of the relationship to pass before people felt fully disconnected from it. This didn’t mean that I didn’t move on. But damned … Continue reading If mental illness was like a broken leg, people would help.
From Famine to Feast 