No more complaining about the everyday.
I’ve had a hard couple of days. The radiation treatments have left me tired and nauseous. My depression is acting up as well. When the body feels bad, the brain and mood follow or something like that. At any rate, I’ve had a hard couple of days. It’s not been helped by the thing that besets us all, by the stress that is so much … Continue reading No more complaining about the everyday.
Labels can lead to a lack of agency.
I don’t like being called an empath. I don’t like it a lot. I know it’s supposed to be complimentary but it makes me feel pretentious. The label makes me sound like I’m preternaturally gifted and while I fantasize about that possibility occasionally, I’ve come to accept I’m not magic. Hogwarts will not be calling. My doctor tells me I’m what they call an HSP. … Continue reading Labels can lead to a lack of agency.
Holding people to account.
I recently read “The Wisdom and Teachings of Stephen R. Covey”. I read it because I like to read and sometimes that includes things that are good for me. I frequent the same catalogue numbers in the non-fiction section of the library, checking for new and never read titles that appeal. I often strike out – a friend who works at the library tells me … Continue reading Holding people to account.
The expert in the room.
Do you know what irritates me? I am fifty-years-old. That’s not it. The “irritated” bit comes later. I have suffered from an eating disorder for thirty-nine of those years. With anxiety for all of them. Depression for thirty-three. That’s a lot of time. And I haven’t wasted it all. I have read and talked and discussed and researched. I am a font of information. I … Continue reading The expert in the room.
From Famine to Feast 