Getting back into writing after a couple years break. Going to start my first book this year. Tips appreciated but never expected.
Thank God I Didn't Know Then What I Know Now
For reasons not fully understood by myself just yet I decided to watch a movie I watched a lot when I was a teenager and struggling with my mental health in a big way. The movie was 'Girl, Interrupted' and the year was approximately 2003. I was about 15 I think maybe a bit younger and I watched this movie a lot. Like so much. Like, definitely, for sure, too much. It didn't make me feel good. It's very upsetting in a lot of ways and yet it was in my regular rotation then. I hadn't watched in about 17 years. Then I did. It was a trip. In good and bad ways. By that I mean it literally caused an emotional flashback, causing me to relive how I felt then; lost, confused, stuck, unsure of what I was doing what I was doing, not knowing what to call my actions or why they made me feel better. I felt anxious, desperate, lonely, fearful, drawn and repulsed by the mental illness I didn't understand. It was rough. But in a really good way.
Comfort Zone Stretchies
One of my absolute favorite things about having indoor cats is that collectively we share the traits of being homebodies. In fairness, mine is my choice, and theirs is by virtue of being my pets, but all the same we are home more often than not.
When she thinks back to her childhood it’s of vivid moments, fragmented memories, and spending time waiting for things to be over.
Petting Slugs and Harvesting Wonder
One of my insecurities when I was in my early 20s (and mid 20s) … (and late 20s) was how much I still loved wonder and play. I felt like I was failing at growing up all the way. It was around this time that my path deviated somewhat from the 'normal' trajectory. I didn't, haven't, and have no intention of hitting adult mile markers of home ownership, marriage or children. I'm not inherently opposed to any of those things, but around the time I started petting slugs and stopped pressuring myself to cross of items from the life goal list to show my worth, I started harvesting wonder once more.
Snaking Drains and Self Acceptance
I am a 32 year old woman and last week was the first time I snaked my own drain and no, that is not some kind of metaphor, I literally snaked my shower drain.
Modern Day Alchemy
"You can't pour from an empty cup" That notion has been used, widely, to describe the need for self-care. We can't fill up others if we're empty. It's a very helpful way to portray the abstract importance of attending to yourself first, unfortunately, it's not true.
Excavating Emotional Abuse
I've been surprised nearly every day since leaving my emotionally abusive relationship. Sometimes those surprises are wonderful; new hobbies, joy in simple tasks, brain not in constant crisis, and other days, other days they're a bit more challenging.
Maybe it's Maybelline Maybe it's CPTSD that Looks Like ADHD
One of the greatest assets I had on my mental health journey was the access to free counseling on campus when I attended college from 2008-2012. That's about 144 free counseling sessions. I needed them. Actually I needed more than that, but it was an incredible foundation to build from that I couldn't have otherwise afforded.