If you’ve been reading my stuff (and thank you for that!), you’ll know that I have depression and anxiety. It’s not awesome most of the time. I get so used to things being not awesome that I forget that sometimes things can be, you know, awesome. Sometimes there really isn’t anything to be worried about,Continue reading “sometimes it really is okay”
Sometimes I wonder why I’m struggling. Then I remember that we are seventeen thousand months into a massive global pandemic, with no end in sight. And now there’s a new baby pandemic that is breaking off from the first one, and is a million times worse. It’s bad. And although we can be grateful thatContinue reading “the unbearable heaviness of covid”
Last week, I broke my foot. Well, not actually broke my foot. I just fell on some ice and twisted it under me. It hurt a lot, and I was embarrassed. A driver stopped to help. Anyway, it all worked out and ended up fine, except for my fucked-up foot. I was disappointed because IContinue reading “there will be other sunny days”
People are dying of Covid around the world. ICU’s are being overwhelmed. And this morning, I heard about a 10-year-old who died from Covid a couple of provinces over from me. Shit’s getting really real. And all of the support structures we’ve so carefully set up in our lives are now kaput. Everyone we wouldContinue reading “everything is terrible and nothing is okay”
Sometimes the hardest thing to do is keep going. It may not feel like it, but it’ll be okay.
My marriage is ending. And we all need to carry on. Here’s how I exist in a liminal space.
When heavy times come, here’s how I cope.
I’ve had depression and anxiety all my life. Here’s how I write through my blues.