When one considers that I’ve struggled with diagnosed major depressive disorder since nineteen, my consistent failure to notice when I’m once again fighting the black dog seems surprising. Then again, even though I know in my bones that depression often has little to do with being overtly sad when I’m not sad, I can misdiagnose the issue. Identifying that you have a problem when you … Continue reading My depression is unproductive, not apathetic.
I’d credit the image below – it isn’t mine – but I can’t find the source. I searched Chrome, but isn’t unique. There are thousands of nearly identical offerings with this colour scheme or that background the only difference. Perhaps it’s a collection of tiles from someone’s Power Point presentation? I miss doing Power Points. I miss doing Excel charts. I digress. I’d planned to … Continue reading Happiness chemicals and how to hack them.
When you add chronic pain to mental illness, you get a perfect storm of fuckery. It’s a miserable convergence that’s leaving me not only unmoored but unable to figure out how to fix the situation: I’m distracted by the miseries of pain and pins and needles that rip up my body in greater and lesser degrees daily. Some days I’m almost pain-free. I don’t feel … Continue reading Chronic pain and mental illness.
I’ve been cleaning up my life, and part of that is email. I’ve been furiously unsubscribing to the junk advertising that poses as things I need to know. And yet, occasionally, some of my subscriptions bear fruit. Take the newsletter I recently received from Clementine. Clementine, for those not in the know, is a hypnotherapy/mediation app designed primarily for women. It’s kind of awesome: it’s … Continue reading Self-Love is a good call.
From Famine to Feast 