My mother once told me that self-inflicted wounds get no sympathy. She was probably trying to inspire a stiff upper lip as I faced unpleasant consequences, but it’s a philosophy I’ve never been able to get behind. Our most grievous wounds are often self-inflicted (unless we’re unfortunate enough to be involved in a natural disaster or alien invasion) and they need all the sympathy in … Continue reading What do you think about sympathy?
I’ve been feeling better mentally. I’m still a little insane, what with the sprained hippocampus and chronic mental illness, but I feel solid. Maybe it’s because things are chaotic? Perhaps I need dark days and misery to shine? I worry about the improvements lasting a little: I’ve felt new before. But there are changes this time that didn’t happen before. I’m not interested in being … Continue reading Clogs and plantar fasciitis.
I’ve been laid up and (mostly) off my feet these past two days. The failure of engineering that is my lumbar spine has been mounting a protest. Most of the time I push through rather than follow doctor’s orders, but my heart’s not in it this time. It takes little to tip me into sadness these days. On the bright side, I’ve been doing more … Continue reading I love a good collage, don’t you?
I was wondering today, as I talked myself down from a panic attack, how do people who don’t have mental illnesses figure out they’re under stress? How do they know if they’re in distress? They don’t have the ringing alarms of amplified symptoms to make them attend to their present reality. I only realize I’m sinking when my symptoms act up: the neurotypical don’t have … Continue reading Trait or state?
From Famine to Feast 