Nocturnal Musings #6: Worries About the Future
What does the future have in store for me? If only I knew, or had even the smallest inkling of what may lie ahead.
What does the future have in store for me? If only I knew, or had even the smallest inkling of what may lie ahead.
Guilt is probably one of the most common emotions felt by an individual with chronic illness. At least it is for me, I can’t speak for others. Not because we necessarily feel guilty about ourselves, but often times we are made to feel that way by those we encounter, although it is usually not…
Day 19: How do you feel about the future?
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…
*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…
“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…
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…
I think I might end up writing a post in response to each chapter I read of Jonathan Martin’s How to Survive a Shipwreck. The book is that thought-provoking and compelling. Here’s the latest passage to ponder.