I’m stuck, and I’m not enjoying it. I feel trapped inside myself of late. I feel like I’m doing nothing, accomplishing nothing. This isn’t true objectively, but it’s how I feel nevertheless. Even writing things out and checking them off doesn’t help. When I start feeling paralyzed by inertia, it usually means depression has strengthened her grip. I’m also rage-filled and quick to anger of … Continue reading Chaos, Change, and Leaning In.
I very rarely meet books I don’t like. I can usually find something of value between two covers. Unless the content is deliberately ugly, some piece of nastiness designed to lower the state of discourse and human society, in which case I tend to judge and condemn without cracking the spine. I don’t need to eat worms to know I won’t enjoy the experience. As … Continue reading Rereading is friendship and inspiration.
Communication and connection are hard, and one method people use to circumvent the awkwardness that comes with meeting someone new—unless you’re one of those people like my father who talks up a storm with everyone about everything, in which case, good for you—is with small talk. Most of us have a line of benign and inconsequential chatter we rely on when meeting new people or … Continue reading What Do You Do?
Sliding and self-sabotage The good behaviours drift away slowly, quiet-like so you don’t notice, so the alarms don’t ring. What is this tendency we have towards shooting ourselves in the foot? I know this isn’t just a me thing. I’m often surprised our species survives. Self-sabotage is especially true of new and improved behaviours. They’re harder to hang onto in times of stress. It’s when … Continue reading Risking eating disorder relapse during times of grief.
From Famine to Feast 