I have been very absent from Canvas in the last few months.
For those who don’t follow my blog or never quite made it there in a while, here’s the skinny. I was an inpatient at a mental health unit for three weeks in September/October 2013. From there, I was referred to a four-week Day Hospital program that kept me quite busy. Continue reading
I have two drafts posts here on Canvas [okay, I actually have more than two but those two are… particularly difficult]. I’ve been meaning to finish them for a while. I started one back in May and the other one a bit more than a month ago. I tried again just now. Read the first one, couldn’t bring myself to write anything. Closed that tab, went to the other, felt myself being triggered again. Closed that tab too.
So, I’m going to write about something that has been bothering me for a while instead. Continue reading
I have stuck my feet back into the vast ocean of blogging. All the way up to the ankles, though the waves seem to be hitting mid-calf more and more.
When I announced my blogging hiatus, I made it complete. I had already begun a bit on a hiatus from all personal social media. At least that’s what I intended it to be. In fact, I’ve decided not to reactivate my fb account, not even a little. I’m both happier and healthier without it.
This month’s topic was suggested by the very lovely Laura. She thought discussing how people make good relationships work in spite of their mental illness would be a good topic. In her words, “I know we have some very fortunate souls on our blogroll and on Canvas who do have relationships that work. I would love to hear from them about what makes them work, and how they found their mates, etc.”
You know I usually like to get the ball rolling by discussing my own experience in this arena, no matter how atypical I feel it is. Continue reading
“Just because somebody doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with everything they got” –Author Unknown
Mental health disorders have a way of putting blinders on a person. I have to say, there are a lot of things in this world that I miss. Whether it’s because I’m wrapped up in my own head, or I have one of the different shades of the multiple pairs of glasses I don on, I know that my own perceptions are often distorted. In short, I miss things. Sometimes, I miss very important things. Continue reading