A Blog About Living with Mental Illness
This post was written in October 2020 and never published. I’m not sure who among us wrote it, but I feel it deserved to be published. Kate I just woke up to my nurse and a doctor who looked exactly like Ted from Schitts… Continue Reading “Equilibrium”
Talking to a dear friend the other day after yet another physical health concern, Suzi commented that she wished God would just make up His mind. “Do you want me or not God?” She had cried out half joking, half serious. Our friend then… Continue Reading “Just Another Existential Crisis”
I hate feeling unwell like this, nausea passes over me in waves, the back of my throat burns and I struggle to see as the words I am writing move and blur as though trying to somehow escape themselves. This feeling is a stark… Continue Reading “Two old ladies”
I have just seen the report from my recent PET scan and there’s no evidence of metastasis showing up!I’m currently cancer free, stage four can kiss our ass because it’s time to make lemonade from all the bitter lemons we’ve been gathering for so… Continue Reading “Lemonade”
Hope can be a dangerous thing, too little and we exist as a husk blowing through the winds of life. Too much and we risk the crushing disappointment of loss, failure or rejection. After a lifetime of protectively exiling hope from my thoughts, I… Continue Reading “Seeds of Hope”
My Dad died on the 28th of December 2020.A good 10 days after a middle aged doctor in situationally inappropriate bright red Christmas themed scrubs told us he’d had a massive hemorrhagic stroke and would pass away within 48hrs. He was a fighter, my… Continue Reading “Saying Goodbye”
I’ve been burning down invisible bridges,setting my heart on fire.Hiding in the shadows of a memory,collecting my fading scars Maybe the worlds still turning,leaving me in its wake.Maybe time is still passing, while I keep on raising the stakes. What if I lose who… Continue Reading “Tomorrow”
Today is a woe is me day. It’s the day after my chemo infusion and the nausea is wearing off enough to examine my circumstances but the 48hr pump connected to my chest port coupled with fatigue is keeping me bed bound and unable… Continue Reading “Tethered”
You know those people that never shut up? It feels like their life has been an endless soap opera and it’s exhausting to listen to them moaning and complaining. Surely they bring this shit upon themselves, surely they love the drama, feed off the… Continue Reading “Drama Queen”