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, but in life generally. It fitsContinue reading “i hate clichés”
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 hadContinue reading “emotional deposits”
I am grateful and it happened without me actually realising it.
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 fromContinue reading “the intersection of generations and mental health”
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 passive aggressive games. When people say to me (or IContinue reading “oxymoronic passive aggressive games”
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 and made my first TikTok. Needless to say,Continue reading “vulnerable shame”