My world has become odd. I'm anhedonic much of the time. Luckily, I have practice faking it. But between PTSD and pending grief, times are tough. Add very ill parents who need daily help, my own issues, and friends trapped in their own worlds of pain, and suddenly, dissociating makes sense. Being flat keeps me... Continue Reading →
Happiness is a list: five things I’m grateful for today.
If you’re someone who struggles with anxiety, then lists can be part of your happy place. For me, one of the worst things about anxiety is feeling out of control. Control is important to me. Control is my safe space. Archimedes wanted a long lever: I find salvation in order. [i] Repeated studies show... Continue Reading →
Talking to the house.
I like the delete button. It solves the anxiety that comes when a piece is out of control and heading off the rails. I couldn’t make it do what I wanted. It was a literary teenager, all sulky and willful. Select all and goodbye. I don’t want to write about the arguments I have with... Continue Reading →
No more complaining about the everyday.
I’ve had a hard couple of days. The radiation treatments have left me tired and nauseous. My depression is acting up as well. When the body feels bad, the brain and mood follow or something like that. At any rate, I’ve had a hard couple of days. It’s not been helped by the thing that... Continue Reading →