Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
We didn’t have a lot when I was little. Toys were also in short supply. Part of that was the lack of money, but it was also a sign of the times. I was a child in the seventies and eighties: it was only in my late childhood that the child-focused marketing and sales machinery got amped up. Society wasn’t devoid of toys and entertainment: … Continue reading A favourite toy, a necessary love.
In my head, I leave my comfort zone all the time. I wonder if this is true for everyone? I’m firmly in my comfort zone these days. My mental illnesses don’t like me to stray when they’re acting up, and my depression is currently pushing my head towards a dark and place. Doing anything that isn’t destructive would be moving out of depression’s comfort zone. … Continue reading Leaving the comfort zone.
The problem with away is you’re still you when you get there. Geographic cures don’t work, and God knows I’ve tried. New fixes almost nothing, although things can seem better during the honeymoon period. But the bigger the problem, the more likely it is to pop up sooner rather than later. If you’re attempting an escape, keep it moderately local. I once tried to escaping … Continue reading A trip I’d love to take.
Is it ‘failed to heed’ if I never received it? Would that I had: things might have been different if I’d taken the road not taken. Or not – I’ve never been one to listen to other people. It’s a personal and species-based flaw. But once the question was posed, what advice would I give to my teenage self, my mental floodgates opened. I’d say … Continue reading New Year’s Advice I Failed to Heed.
From Famine to Feast 