The Emergency Department of the Soul
The only reason I "broke" now is because the storm is over, and the stones have been discovered. My nervous system finally realize...
Grief
Visiting Hours — Surviving the Narrative, Not the Addiction
I was losing myself, and had for a long time, in a slow but unnerving creeping way. Things I tried to hold on to had been falling out betwee...
A Bridge That Doesn't Join — Grandparents Running Out of Time
My mum is disappearing slowly, in the particular way dementia disappears a person — not all at once, but in pieces, some days more of her he...
My Own Flying Monkey — Understanding C-PTSD and the Inner Critic
It has been a wild journey of suffering and confusion. Not knowing how to handle my own life, ending up relying on self-medication with toda...
The Flying Monkeys — Recognizing Them
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. I was young, proud, strong and full of life. I was charged with the power of life. I had the world...
A Woollen Thread — On Grief, Ambiguous Loss, and Loving Children From a Distance
The last year has been the hardest in my life. I have fought every little bit of it, trying to stay above water, but it just keeps on giving...
Coming home to a different home
Growing up, I lived one experience and assumed it was the only one. I didn't question how I saw things, how I reacted, how I made sense ...
Love with nowhere to go
Holding it alone Holding those heavy feelings alone got too much. I let go of the reins to my own life, in a moment of despair. In moments w...
Deciding to make an open journal — The First Entry of a Public Mental Health Recovery Journal
This post is the start of an open journal about my mental health recovery. I'll write about myself, the people around me, what I'm t...
