My counsellor is excellent. She listens well, gives me great guidance, and is single-handedly responsible for the boundaries I’m finally starting to maintain. She’s also building a supportive and beautiful community. A world of mentally healthy people is what her practice is working for. Towards that end, she, along with the other therapists in the practice, produces blogs and videos on various issues that relate … Continue reading Curiosity, patience, and grace.
I’ve started and discarded a multitude of pieces over the past weeks. some, for sure I can’t connect to them. They’re meaningless blather for all that they flowed from my fingers. I suppose I could write about the puttering. I’ve been painting things, like rooms and trim. I’ve been organizing as well: half the garage is now home to a future dump run, and I’ve … Continue reading Stream of consciousness and PET scans.
I’m not sleeping well lately, though no existential search is required. It’s not even the “mother with cancer” thing. It’s simply pain. It rarely stops now, and though it’s not as sob-inducing as my neuralgia, it’s not insignificant. My new, new surgeon is investigating a suggestion by my new, now former surgeon. All roads lead to surgery, it seems. Only a few weeks wait for … Continue reading Don’t overdo it.
I came of age during the nineteen-eighties and nineties. If you didn’t, sucks to be you. We had most of the advantages and none of the soon-to-be identified disadvantages of the information age. Despite the geographic and temporal advantages of my birth, I struggled. Nature, nurture, and life experiences created a perfect storm of eating disorders, mental illnesses, and tigers, oh my. I can’t imagine … Continue reading What are your labels?
From Famine to Feast 