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?
I’m busy doing a whole lot of nothing. It takes up a surprising amount of time. Within the nothing, I’ve painted the mudroom, done a bunch of exercising with the FitOn app (it’s awesome and free, though I did pay twenty or so dollars for the advanced options), and met my new orthopedic surgeons. They don’t think I need a hip replacement yet (yay!), but … Continue reading Reblog: “Complementary states: we aren’t made for one thing.”
When I left home for university at nineteen, packed among my possessions was a journal. “A woman’s notebook, being a blank book with quotes by women” would become my first official diary, though not my last. If I’d been choosing one myself, I’d have picked something different: this one had half-size pages and a glued binding. I like spiral notebooks that don’t cause hand cramps … Continue reading A woman’s notebook: journalling and some very dramatic poetry.
