Three weeks from today is my brain surgery. Ironically, being a Thursday, I discovered there’s a tag on Twitter for #BrainTumorThursday. How fitting for my own brain tumor to be removed on a Thursday! I’ve been trying to think of what I can share about this situation that I haven’t already said. After all,…
“Whereas the early stages of shipwreck entail a sense of panic, a frantic kind of triage, trying to figure out what we can salvage and what we cannot, eventually we have to slow down…and return to those primary colors. In order to not drown, we have to find a way to ground our bodies…
Day 18: Do you think you have become a better person through being ill? I’m not the same person I was before I became ill. I certainly wasn’t a bad person before; I was generally happy, compassionate, funny, and caring. And I still have those things.
*Warning: this post may contain triggers for self-harm and material which may be upsetting. Please stay safe and steer clear of this post if you have these triggers.* I’ve written a few posts about my depression before (Love Me Til I’m Me Again, How to Save a Life, and The Rabbit Hole). I’ve talked…
Day 17: How would things be different if you weren’t ill? Oh boy. Let’s begin dreaming, shall we?
“You may find that your grief and sense of loss over the world you once knew seem endless. And yet there are possibilities and potentialities within you that are more endless still. What is this unseen force that carries you forward despite yourself? Why can you not seem to choke, always and forever, your own…
Mental health disorders in children aren’t something that are talked about a great deal. Probably because we don’t like to think that our innocent children can have a disorder that can lead to, among other things, the stigma that they’re “crazy” or result in the ultimate of tragedies, suicide. But this post isn’t about suicide…
Day 16: What is your favorite inspirational quote?
It’s been almost a year since I had the realization that I was going to need to go on fertility meds in order to get pregnant. The thought was slightly daunting, as my body has never responded well to my hormones being manipulated by medications. Seven months on birth control in college was one…
Keeping with the writing theme today, on August 9th, I celebrated my write-a-versary. What is that? That day had been one year since I started keeping a journal again. I’ve gone through 13 journals in that time and am on number 14, as pictured above. I write enough that it takes between 2-3 weeks…
