KLS – You Oughtta Write A Book

Optimism Lost

It has been nearly too difficult to write in the past few years. I don’t have any real reasons aside from perhaps having too many thoughts. I have been unable to put them into any semblance of words. It’s actually painful. However, what I have come to believe is that I just “have to” putContinueContinue reading “Optimism Lost”

i hate clichés

Like a fish out of water…. I hate clichés. I use clichés. Clichés are useful and often appropriate. Clichés suck! Grrrr…. Particularly, in my mental health adventure they seem to be omnipresent. It must be a comfort thing, something familiar. This too shall pass is my favourite. Not in just my decade of debilitating illness,ContinueContinue reading “i hate clichés”

emotional deposits

I don’t harp on my manic depression. It doesn’t own me. Most of the time, I barely remember how much it impacts my life. That can be a tricky line to walk. Of all the “symptoms” or maybe more accurately, characteristics is that of emotional intensity. Until my full diagnosis and subsequent therapy I hadContinueContinue reading “emotional deposits”

morning in the moment

I am grateful and it happened without me actually realising it.

the intersection of generations and mental health

Lately I’ve found myself arguing in support of generations that are younger tham me. I am technically a Gen Xer. My birth falls well within the dates and I readily identify (or understand) with the stereotypes applied. However, I am the mother, coworker, teacher, and student of millenials. I feel millenials are worlds away fromContinueContinue reading “the intersection of generations and mental health”

sex in the eighties

This post is true as I recall it. It deals with some sensitive information. It discusses freedom of choice, coming of age, teen pregnancy, abortion, and the reality of one individual. These events are real and might be disturbing. However, I wholeheartedly believe that it is a fundamentally necessary conversation. On January 26, 1985 IContinueContinue reading “sex in the eighties”

oxymoronic passive aggressive games

From babbling brook to class V rapidsand everything between. I don’t understand my mind. It’s that simple. It is my one love, my greatest asset and simultaneously the only thing I believe I am truly afraid of. It serves me in a way I do not understand, like a dysfunctional relationship full of oxymoronic passiveContinueContinue reading “oxymoronic passive aggressive games”

vulnerable shame

Kill your demons. Attack what you fear. I have spent days attempting to look at every aspect of how to use WordPress. From obtaining a domain to setting up the pages, and OH! the pages versus the posts, my head is wrecked. Just to get away from it today I watched a separate video andContinueContinue reading “vulnerable shame”