Wake up. Take a breath. Slowly. That’s it. You’ve been breathing all night. Do it again. And again. You’re alive. Congratulations. You’ve lived to see another day. Keep breathing. Sit up. Take a sip of water. And another. That’s it. Keep breathing. Yes, you’ve got work or school or that appointment you don’t want to… Continue reading Mornings.
My figurative anxiety toolbox was filled with tools for dealing with mental illness-y things that had no basis. Of identifying rogue emotions and coping. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘what to do when someone close to you dies’. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘how to cope when someone breaks into your home twice in a week and you’re home for the second attempt’. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘actual life shit that the whole world is effectively ill equipped to deal with and so are you and that’s okay’.
This has been a weird year
Do you ever just sit back and notice yourself?
I had fully intended to write 23 blog posts. FULLY. It just never happened, for a variety of reasons. Finishing up college for term took it out of me more than I thought it would, and I’ve been catching up on sleep and generally relaxing as best as I could. This particular post is about gratitude.
A warning. Don’t look. Don’t remember.
‘Art comes from a place of expression and it comes when it’s damn well ready.’ A Series of Erraticism on the art of loss and wading through grief.