Testing Myself
Thursday morning, I had a bright flash of inspiration — why don’t I keep Lilbit at home with myself, and let everyone else in the family have a nice, child-free day? The husband concurred that it was a good idea, … Continue reading →
Monthly Archives: August 2013
Why Can’t Things Be Easier?!
I am not a person normally given to self-pity. I consider myself disciplined, and that said discipline helps keep me on an evener keel. Having said that, I’ve realized recently that perhaps, just perhaps, I’ve been trying to block out … Continue reading →
A Poem About Relationships
Too numb to attach Too lost to feel The way is hidden Truth never revealed Inside of my bubble Not safe, alone No bridge to my island No voice on the phone I feel in 2D The flatline, divine It … Continue reading →
A Bit Too Sharp
I finished sewing up Cardigan Mark 2.0 last night – yay! I made the same mistake with the shoulders again, but now it’s sunk in what to do and what not to do — I should have started the seam … Continue reading →
The Blank Page
I’m feeling a lot of empathy with blank pages this week. I’m sort of empty, but it’s not a painful or depressed sort. It’s just a clean slate, and it’s delightful. It’s calm, it’s… dare I say, almost relaxing? I’m … Continue reading →
I *AM* Trying: The Story of Counseling Not Working (Ever)
One of the biggest things recommended for coping with a mental illness is going to see a therapist. Talking therapies are considered a gold standard, and many people consider those who aren’t going to therapy to not be trying. Hi, … Continue reading →
And So, Sewing
Finally, *finally*, my husband and I sat down and finished sewing up things for Lilbit’s inaugural purse. He volunteered to man the sewing machine, ’cause he’s ninja fast compared to me. And so he got the lining squared up, sewn, … Continue reading →
Keep On Keeping On
Allo allo, and all of that. There’s not a lot going on out this way. My mood is pretty stable, my sleep has returned to semi-restfulness, and that rash is nearly faded away (as I knew it would). I’m enjoying … Continue reading →
Again With the Rash (!!!)
I woke up this morning, plopped myself in my chair, and began my morning routine. I felt a little tickle on my back, so I reached back to scratch… and it hurt like a mo. Yeah, the wtf rash thing … Continue reading →
Is This What Normal Feels Like?
And really, am I greedy for wanting more? Things aren’t perfect, but as we know, perfection is a dangerous distraction. I’m a recovering perfectionist myself, and I know just how detrimental the concept is when applied to anyone, regardless if … Continue reading →