If you’ve been anywhere near social media lately, you’ve surely heard of the #choosethebear movement that’s been rising, which started when a question was posited to women; if you were alone in the woods, would you rather encounter a man, or a bear? The answer has been — resoundingly and pretty much unanimously — the…
I’ve been in the depths of a bipolar depressive state for some time now — months of being curled up in the figurative fetal position at the bottom of the abyss, so to speak, the surface smooth as glass and curved at a precipitous angle, with no footholds with which to claw one’s way out,…
Bipolar Depression. When you have Bipolar depression, you know on the one hand that it’s temporary, which gives it sort of an element of being a domesticated predator; like a big cat in captivity in a circus. You know it would kill you, if it was allowed out of its cage…but it won’t, because soon…
Day 6 of lolling around in bed like a laudanum-swilling wastrel in a Brontë novel. My two cats are taking shifts by my side, the girl Esmerelda is particularly vocal about her concern or displeasure at my current state — I’m not sure which. Fat Calvin, my 17 lb Maine Coon, prefers to show his…
If you go on social media at all, lately, there’s a lot of nonsense being spouted by certain members of the Male Tribe (we’ll call them the Andrew Tate Brigade) about women, and their inherent expiry date — as opposed to men, and how they, the men, conversely, age like a fine wine. *excuses self…
Something the experts will always tell people with the Brain Cooties is that in order to keep ourselves sane, we need a way to get our of our own heads — like, on a daily basis. Because if we don’t, it’s far too easy to get caught up in our own bullshit, cycling through our…
These days, you can’t throw a Xanax without someone yelling about Trigger Warnings and needing a “safe space”. It’s like having — and diagnosing others with — a mental illness has become a freaking trend. I swear to god I have been privy to conversations where people try to give each other diagnoses of serious…
The occasional horrific bouts of soul-crushing depression and anxiety notwithstanding, for the most part, I have come to terms with, and have learned to love, my fucked up brain. It took a long time to get it roadtrip ready, and I need to take it in for repairs regularly — but it’s like that ‘72…