Mental illness is tidal. I’m depressed again. I didn’t notice until yesterday. I often don’t notice right away. It can take a bit to tease out the motivations behind my behaviours, especially when there are other challenges in my life. The grief I’m feeling since my mother’s death, and coming to terms with the new relationship with my aging father take a toll. People who … Continue reading I’m technically depressed.
I never really had a career plan. I didn’t have a life plan either. Most of what has happened to me feels accidental, things that happened along the way while I was pursuing my eating disorder, while I was living with mental illness. Plans were for later, when I was better, when I was perfect. But later almost never comes. Maybe that one time in … Continue reading I didn’t have a career plan – an off-the-cuff joint.
Whoever said bad things come in threes was probably someone who was lucky. In my experience, when one stumbles across bad luck, it keeps piling on until fate gets bored and takes amusement elsewhere… Continue reading Not quite triggered, an off-the-cuff joint.
My son was four weeks old when the ball dropped and the century changed. I couldn’t believe that four weeks had passed already, and I couldn’t believe that here I was, age thirty, watching the dawn of a new millennium. I wasn’t much concerned with the end-of-days doomsayers. There were two types, the religious and the technical. I figured we had more to fear from … Continue reading Happy New Year.
From Famine to Feast 