I had ideas for my first Canvas post. I wanted to tell you something good and inspiring. A grand entrance of sorts into this forum. But … I don’t have anything like that to give at the moment.
I could pretend and write here as though I am someone brave. I could write like I am a great conqueror of my own mind and offer you all of my solutions.
But right now … right here … why should I pretend? Lately, if I am tired of anything, I am tired of pretending! Continue reading
I don’t want to, but I have to.
Why do I have to live?
It is very simple:
Birthdays are often triggering affairs for me, and, from what I’ve read on others’ blogs, I’m not alone.
My life is littered with many unfortunate birthdays. When I was a child, I had the obligatory sorts of parties. There were play places. A skating rink, even though I could barely skate (and I can’t skate now), so I hugged the wall.
These were awkward affairs. None of the people there were really my friends–just classmates. Continue reading
I think we all compartmentalize our lives and identities to some degree. Most people only realize it when their social worlds, family, and professional connections start to come together on Facebook. I’ve always been conscious of it. Continue reading
We’ve had a lot of activity within the past 24 hours, but I thought it might be nice to get July’s topic up. . . well, in July. So.
James was on the spot, and he thought something that deserved our attention was the idea of accepting a diagnosis/diagnoses. I think he is on to something with the importance of discussing this. He points out that accepting diagnoses is a process, and it doesn’t just happen overnight. In his own words, it “takes time and adjustment.” And as he wisely brings up, the newly diagnosed, and also families of the newly diagnosed, could really benefit from our experiences with this. Continue reading
Last month, ManicMuses wrote about irritability and how she deals with it in her first post, Irritability – My Special Compass Point. I have to say that I applaud her for having a plan in place for when this flag is thrown, and I am also incredibly envious, because I rarely visit irritability-land, I go straight from being calm to being filled with murderous rage.
Case in point. My aunt is in town this week. Continue reading