Recovery, philosophy, mental health, things that interest me, and random poetry.
I know spring has sprung when my morning slumber gets shattered by what sounds like a waterfall of ball bearings raining down on the metal vent covers on the roof. The flickers are back. I love them, really I do, especially mid-morning or later when they rat-a-tat-tat to each other from the trees in the …
It occurred to me today as I sat down to write another crap journal entry (I’m not enamoured with journalling of late) that I had written almost nothing about the coronavirus. This struck me as rather odd and a bit navel-gazey. A journal doesn’t have to be all about me. Other things do happen in …
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 …
I have a new notebook for journalling. The timing worked out well; I used the last page of my previous journal on the last day of the month. Such lovely synchronicity. I have a new notebook and that’s an intimidating thing. I’ve already started wrong. I bought a small notebook this time – five by …
Continue reading When the notebook is new: thoughts about eating disorders.
Death keeps coming closer and I’m finding it hard to maintain my sense of detachment. I don’t like death, for all that it’s an inevitable consequence of living, for all that we’re dying from the moment we arrive here on earth. For all that I keep it in reserve as an escape option. We are …
I suffer from chronic pain. My version is neuralgia. Neuralgia is a “stabbing, burning, and often severe pain due to an irritated or damaged nerve.” The nerve(s) can be anywhere in the body. Mine are in my head. I have trouble with my left and right trigeminal nerves caused by damage I sustained in a …
Thirty-five views and twenty-six likes. The stats for a recent blog post. Guess which number I’m focusing on?Who are these people who read what I wrote and didn’t like it? Was it the way I strung my words together? Was it the attempts at funny – I worry about those sometimes; dry doesn’t always translate …
