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If Brain Trolls were Boggarts

There is currently an immeasurable number of thoughts going through my brain at any given moment as of late. Like, a Googolplex of ’em. And, I’m tired. Exhausted. I am trying everything from finding #gladitude (the smallest of pleasurable things you’d otherwise not have noticed) to talking, to desperately trying to redefine my “self-care” practices as what once worked, may no longer. My nerves are shot. Just the sound of the neighbour’s kids thumping up and down their stairs next door makes me want to stab my own ears with a spork. The dog licking. The kids chewing. All of…

Friday #gladitude!!!

It’s funny. Not really funny, “ha ha!,” but funny in a, “you’re kidding me,” kind of way…y’know…how I always seem to manifest a magical (I’m supposed to do this weekly) #gladitude post on the days I really, REALLY, uber-extra need to find said #gladitude. Today is that kind of a day.   #gladitude is the purposeful choice to find those little, small, even minute things, experiences or moments that would have otherwise gone unnoticed in the regular “made-for-tv-movie” version of your life. We’d had a brief couple of days with sun this week…as Ottawa is inching it’s way out of…

Friday #gladitude!!

BIRDS. Just puttin’ it out there right away. Stepping outside for the school bus run and hearing the birds. Chirp-chirping away. Spring. Relief. Mood boost without the pharmaceuticals or even, dare I say, the coffee. \m/ The week was a challenging one. My littlest twin was having a mental health crisis and, had it not been for his doting sister, walked off the school bus and went to keep on walking. He wasn’t walking home. Let’s just let that sink in for moment. Managing your demons when you’re 41 is one thing. I can’t imagine how life looks to a…

Friday #gladitude!!!

I am Jack’s Broken Chemicals. Notice how the majority of my Friday #gladitude!!! posts come after a week where the outer rings of Saturn are in a funk with the junk of Jupiter? That’s because: This is #myreallife Thing is? This week? Scary. Fucking. Shit. Not literally, peeps, c’mon. But, mental health issues, a chemical imbalance shit storm brought on and exacerbated by intense stress of The Everything, and I’m pretty spent. This ain’t your gramma’s “Two steps forward, one step back…” kind of shit. This is the “I tried to do the tango, caught my feet up in a space-time flux…

Friday #gladitude!!!

Well. That week certainly flew by. I was all, “Maybe I need to get a post out there…” and BAM!! Friday. Again. \m/ I remember a time when a Friday #gladitude post was a saving grace because the Cosmos (the Asshat Cosmos) was being a jerk and I’d really, really needed to find and notice all of the small things to bring comfort and solace and a break in an otherwise chaotic reality. This week was not that week. And, it made taking the time to notice the small things all that much sweeter. Nope, Stellar Cosmos kept me busy with…

Friday #gladitude

Well, this was simply the most ridiculous week… …EVER. Between Monday and today, I’ve concurrently managed a fractured orbital bone thingie-part (I’m far too lazy to look it up), a dog fight, a youngling’s asthma attack and the death of a departed whilst contained within the boundaries of starting three college courses and managing the emotions from all of these. That doesn’t make me a goddamn martyr. That simply makes me an ordinary woman doing bat-shit crazy things within the chaos of her reality. Which, admittedly, is a little excessively chaotic at the moment. Listen, I post because it’s my…

Friday #gladitude!

Had I written this a couple of days ago, even, it’d be a struggle. When is it NOT a struggle? When the chaos of one’s reality is like walking in front of a Mac truck nearly daily? Stupid disease. Lupus is an asshat. True story. So, what small things did I make myself take the time to see that otherwise would have gone unnoticed? Well, the fact that I can breathe, is a start. Pericarditis is all but gone. Huz-feckin’-zah! \m/ Icy rainbows around the moon. Gifted with a full moon this week (which, incidentally, almost justified selling all of…

Friday #gladitude!!!

I am currently in the throes of everything that makes #gladitude necessary. The ability to take a moment or three, stop…notice the small things that you may otherwise missed in the chaos of your made-for-tv-movie kind’o’life. A week ago I sent off my application for a legal name change. Why? Because I’m new and improved. Well, that’s kind of a ridiculous statement, really. Something is either new OR improved, but I can sure as shit assure you that, in this case, I am most assuredly both. I’ve spent the last 10 years on a journey of self-evolution. Deep in the…

Friday #gladitude: Portals & Poison

Alternatively titled, ”Demon Fridge.” Alternatively, alternatively titled, ”Portal of Stupid.” Can’t. Even. I need that on a t-shirt. There’s never, ever a good time for an appliance to break down. There’s especially never, ever a good time for a fridge to break down on the very same day you’ve hauled your chemo-soaked carcass out to the local WallyWorld to do a full grocery. And, by ”full grocery”, I verily mean the kind that people don’t want to stand behind you in line and if they do they give you the evil stink-eye for the small-country amount of foodstuffs on the…

Friday #gladitude!!!

Liar, liar…pants and unmentionables on fire…………… Boy, depression is an asshat. Been working through the throes of the Ugly these past few weeks. This week has been insanity. Daycare kids are dropping like flies to strep throat. 10 hour days (yes, I’m saying it again…) are just dropping my pain threshold levels to nil. One of the nights this past week, I silently crept up to my room to just lay there an cry. I don’t need a pity party…not pulling a “Call the Waaaaaaaaaaa-mbulance”…but holy fuckerdoodles, friends…the pain was unbearable. Nothing ever reduces your feeling of a loss of…