Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I’m hungry. I tell myself I shouldn’t be hungry, that I haven’t been hungry for lunch in quite some time. I’m hungry despite the argument. I have frozen burritos. They’re a bit of a pain in terms of work. Fruit is easier, but it’s not what I want. Lie. It’s not what I need. I need more protein in my life, and fruit is lacking. … Continue reading Burritos and saunas.
I had a few thoughts while lying in the bath. It’s my new smoking: I think of things I might want to write about there. It’s less convenient: the inspiration that occurred while puffing was easy to add to my phone for later fleshing out. I don’t keep my phone next to the tub for “can’t afford to replace it” reasons. And the idea of … Continue reading Love, belonging, and bathtubs.
Another night of weak sleep. It’s a combination of things: guilt at snapping at my parents, distress over my daughter’s problems, personal grief, pain and misery. On the bright side, my hips are fine. As in, they’re still screwed but no worse than last year. Why then, the pain, the swelling, the vomiting? Referrals are pending. Quite a few on my team – how odd … Continue reading Off the cuff.
I’m not sure about gravity. I wasn’t a big fan of the movie either. The imagery was lovely, but I found the adulation over the top. I found it okay. Gravity does other things besides inspiring movies – I like an atmosphere as much as the next person – but it also causes me grief. I’m not talking about the superficial stuff, like a posterior … Continue reading Was gravity the best choice?
From Famine to Feast 