Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I very rarely meet books I don’t like. I can usually find something of value between two covers. Unless the content is deliberately ugly, some piece of nastiness designed to lower the state of discourse and human society, in which case I tend to judge and condemn without cracking the spine. I don’t need to eat worms to know I won’t enjoy the experience. As … Continue reading Rereading is friendship and inspiration.
I’m feeling tired and overwhelmed these days. A lot is going on in my life and in my head, and my stress level is red-lining. I’m not my bestest self ever when I’m stressed out. I’m short-tempered, quick to anger, and can be rude and unkind if I feel even the slightest bit challenged or under threat. Patience has left the building once again. I … Continue reading You can’t unring a bell, and you can’t turn back time.
Communication and connection are hard, and one method people use to circumvent the awkwardness that comes with meeting someone new—unless you’re one of those people like my father who talks up a storm with everyone about everything, in which case, good for you—is with small talk. Most of us have a line of benign and inconsequential chatter we rely on when meeting new people or … Continue reading What Do You Do?
“No fate but what we make,” is a favourite quote of mine. It comes from Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991), a favourite movie of mine. I like almost any movie that has a nuclear explosion in it. They fascinate me. They’re beautiful in their destruction. I like the quote because it inspires me. Much of that movie inspired me, in fact, though my life has … Continue reading No Fate.
From Famine to Feast 