Maybe it’s because Summer is over. Maybe it’s because I just saw my two of my best friends get married on Saturday. Maybe I’m PMSing. Whatever reason, I’m feeling a little nostalgic this morning. Sentimental, even.
It’s like a hangover, kinda. In fact, it might be, considering how much I drank this weekend. But it’s an [...]
This post? It should have read more like this:
This story is a heartbreaking and sadly common one about a patient (and his family) in the mental healthcare system. Read it. One of my beloveds has been through similar bouts with institutions, and I will attest that this story felt so familiar I cried a little. [...]
I have to meet my counselor at 6. I look up and it’s 20 ’til. Shit. Forget a good long walk, or the bus, I got just enough time to drive. Walking out the door, Luc hands me $20 for dinner and we part ways — I’m gonna hustle up the hill for a sesh with [...]
Some of you know (some don’t) that there are a few beloveds in my life who struggle more than most with imbalances of the emotional and psychological sort. In my family, we throw the word “crazy” around a lot. My family is all about teasing and poking fun, about everything. Even illness is fair game [...]
I’ve had some small epiphanies lately. Very small. So very small that only I would notice. Size isn’t the point though, this is: it’s part of my job to create content — not here, but my dayjob job, like where I work – I help maintain content on a site that people want to interact with [...]
Bored? Join the Scraper Bike movement, y’heard?
After you read that, watch this:
How did I now know about this? Eh, better late than never (thanks (again) Dad!).
I’m one of those people who still writes on their hand. Or wrist. Or wherever I have room. I’ve joked for a few years that I might get a blank calendar tattooed on the inside of my left forearm and I’d start carrying a pen with me everywhere, so that I could keep track of [...]
I’m not going to take down everything I possibly can. There’s no way to fully remove myself from the internet, anyway. And I don’t really want to. But that means I need to come to terms with the fact (again, or still) that this is not an entirely anonymous existence I’m living.
I haven’t linked to [...]
