I. Introduction I used to smile more. I don't know that there was a significant change in the number of tears I've shed, but they were nonetheless different. A good deal of the difference no doubt relates to the injuries and other medical dookie I've gone through in the past year. Those who follow me … Continue reading Smiles and Tears
Depression
Times of Doubt
There are indeed times when I distrust myself, my choices. I look around me and see only evidence of my inadequacy, indeed my own foolishness. I can find not one scrap of a hint of a partial clue that I am worth the ink in my fountain pen. And if at one point or another … Continue reading Times of Doubt
I’m goin’ down…
...down, down, down, down, down. - Freddy King, "Going Down" There are far worse things if you've decided to make your living as a blues musician than to have the last name King. You can ask Albert, (not really a King, shhh,) or B.B. (a real King). You can even tell everyone your name is, … Continue reading I’m goin’ down…
My Teenage Self
Someone asked me, (okay it was a Bloganuary writing prompt, I don't actually know any real people), what I would tell my teenage self. What advice would I give? My actual teenage self There are several ways that conversation could go. An almost uncountable number of vectors it could veer down. None of them would … Continue reading My Teenage Self
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I have a friend who says, (and I'm paraphrasing, probably incorrectly), "You can only call yourself a writer if you write." In other words, on the days you don't write you're not a writer. On a technical level this seems pretty obvious, and I often wonder: what is a plumber on the days she doesn't … Continue reading 798
Meet Bjorn
This is Bjorn. He's happy to meet you. Bjorn sits on the corner of my laptop while I work and he sticks his yellow tongue out at me. Before I tell you his story I should warn you that if hearing about people's struggles with mental illness are upsetting or distasteful to you, then this … Continue reading Meet Bjorn