Dissociating My Life Away

There’s an electric feeling in the air when a storm is coming. The charged atmosphere. The distant smell of dark, rain-soaked clouds that drift ever closer. Dark, snarling and flashing clouds. The pleasant breeze that flower petals and fluff danced in now turns angry, violent and haphazard. The firmament flashes, like a white-hot blade slicing through the sky. Crack! Rumble! Furious rain lashes down, and … Continue reading Dissociating My Life Away

Self-Help for Anxious People – Your Guide to Less Giving a Shit

No, you don’t need a million books. Trust me on this. A good many self-help books largely just help you dump your money into the author’s pocket. After years (so many years) of therapy, I feel at least a little bit qualified to condense what I’ve learned into something that may help people. At least, these are the things I suggest when friends come to … Continue reading Self-Help for Anxious People – Your Guide to Less Giving a Shit

Dear Diary? Sigh.

I have literally no wisdom, research or wit here. Honestly, I thought that without the pressure of work I would blog more, but my brain has been mush. Figuratively, of course, though between headaches and fogginess I wouldn’t be surprised if it was literally mush too. I have this concept in my head that everything I write has to be just that, well thought out, … Continue reading Dear Diary? Sigh.

Can’t We Just Be Allowed to be Sad?

“Don’t you wish you were happier? More productive? More at peace? More energetic?” “For just $27.99 you can learn all the secrets I’ve spent years developing…” I see this shite all the time lately. Ads aimed at making people happy and productive. “Make your bed when you get up. Brush your teeth. Wash your face. Eat breakfast. Go for a run. Make an entry in … Continue reading Can’t We Just Be Allowed to be Sad?

Dear Diary – New Year, Old Me

Really, really old me. My body feels twice my age right now, and it has for quite a while. Welcome to my laundry list of complaints. I’m tired, so tired. Exhausted, really. All day, every day. My head hurts, my neck hurts, my shoulder hurts, my stomach hurts. I have reflux, and my iron levels are low, and when I got increasingly cold and tired … Continue reading Dear Diary – New Year, Old Me

Authenticity

I was raised on the notion that honesty is, above all else, the ultimate virtue. For many years, if anyone had asked me what I admire most in a person, I would have said “honesty.” When I began reading etiquette columns, the Queen of which is Miss Manners, I was so completely dumbfounded by her constant advice to lie. To be honest, I still am. … Continue reading Authenticity

What -Insert Illness- Looks Like

I’ve got a number of thoughts here that I’ve talked about at various times, and they all sort of tie together so here it is. I came across this image a couple times today on Facebook, so I imagine it’s going a bit viral. “This is what depression looks like.” But, no. This is what depression CAN look like. To me, wording matters. Others will … Continue reading What -Insert Illness- Looks Like

Healing Broken Minds

There’s this quote I see floating around the internet from time to time, and it goes like this: Emotional abuse is just as bad as physical abuse. Worse! You can heal broken bones; you can’t heal a broken mind. Dia Reeves, Bleeding Violet It’s always rubbed me a little bit wrong. I see now that I’ve had to dig it up that it actually comes … Continue reading Healing Broken Minds