What do you call a writer who doesn't write? In my case, you could call her a gardener. Except, I don't do much gardening either. Bits and pieces here and there, which is most of my life these days. A bit of this, a bit of that. It's not that I can't stay on task …
I tend to leak tears when I’m angry, upset, or frustrated: it’s one of the most annoying things about being female. It even trumps the random black hairs that periodically show up on my chin. [i] There you are, making a point about something you’re passionate about, presenting a rebuttal or holding your space when …
While I am working on new essays, personal struggles are making productivity a challenge. Revisions to the already-done seemed like a reasonable addition to a light schedule.
It’s interesting to see what was. I fixed a few of my more obvious comma splices, but likely missed others.
I decided to keep the lower-case affectation. As my mother pointed out, it’s who I was at the time.
The description of depression still rings true.
i feel like i’m perched on the edge of a blade, balanced there. it’s fragile, and tenuous, and there are circling monsters all around. it would take little to send me over and i’m tired. i’m so tired of the fight.
it’s fatiguing when you’ve been fighting for years, and you do all the right things, and you go through the motions, but the demons are still there, waiting and circling, taunting you, telling you all the ways you’re wrong.
i resent the need to make the effort, at times. i resent trying to stay positive. i resent that simple things like eating are such a challenge.
i hate the dark thoughts i’m constantly battling back. i don’t want to focus on the things i can control.
i want to rage and scream and cry out about the unfairness of it all, even though i’m aware that no one promised…
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I still get props, and I still don’t like it. I mean, on the one hand, props. On the other hand, props? I think I’m ambivalent because the praise isn’t for world-stopping thighs or brilliant prose. It's for nothing in particular, in fact, and relates not at all to anything special. That this is not …
Continue reading More props for the mundane: we need to stop it with that.
