Tonight I came home from a night out with my most inspirational Boss Ass Bitch of a friend to plop myself in front of the computer and of course check my facebook. As usual, there was something in the “trending” section which caught my eye. (more…)
One of the pieces of advice that I have received numerous times over the years is that a pet will help my mental health. This suggestion was usually met with “uhh I can’t successfully take care of myself so how is it fair to bring some poor innocent animal into this mess?” (more…)
Okay, we’ve all done it… in a moment of desperation and hopelessness we Google “reasons to live”. You know how I know? (more…)
I guess everyone hits that point where they realize that maybe they are becoming old and out of touch. I think that maybe I’ve hit that point. I like to think that certain things should still be the way that they were when I was younger, the simpler times, when people seemed to still give a shit. (more…)
As Canadians we are always apologizing for something, but is it really for the best? Perhaps there is a time when you shouldn’t apologize for something no matter how bad you feel about it! (more…)
So, last week we found out I was allergic to Penicillin. This week finds me on an antibiotic that my doctor describes as effective but “it really messes with your gut”. I figure, hey, my gut is pretty messed up already so what could possibly go wrong?!
I keep seeing all these campaigns to raise “awareness” for all sorts of issues and I found myself wondering why we are raising “awareness” instead of campaigning for change or progress or something more, oh I don’t know, helpful?
Jagged holes, exposed nerves, purple acid pustule rashes, and enough novocaine to take down an elephant… If there is one thing I’ve learned over the years is that no matter how hard I try to do something like a ‘normal’ person, everything that can possibly go wrong with something will go wrong for me!
In July 2015 I found myself in a really bad place mentally. I had once again hit the bottom of that deep dark hole that is mental illness. I found myself sitting on my couch bemoaning the fact that I couldn’t afford to get the help that I needed. Then, in a rare moment of clarity, I remembered an unusual way to combat anxiety I had been told by a therapist.
It all started when we moved into our house. My mom had the kitchen cabinets torn out so that she could upgrade the kitchen, but as life would have it we had to move in before any upgrades were made. As a temporary solution she installed a counter top to hold up the sink and propped it up with two unsecured boards. As many of you might imagine this was a ticking time bomb of a solution.