Funny thing, mental illness, when dealing with a chronic disease: It’s not very fucking funny at all. Like, ever. In fact, as we arrive at yet another year of fundraising for yet another chronic issue, mental health, there’s a plethora of feedback on my Facebook and social media feeds regarding whether or not “One day isn’t going to make a difference.” It does. It always will. Because, I would like to highlight, Lupus (in my world) has a Walk. That’s “One Day.” Cancer has marathons and pink boobies races/walks. That’s “One Day.” MS has bike rides. Prostate cancer has motorcycle…
It’s been real, ya’ll. Trying to manage All The Things in the midst of a STOOPID crazy flare (fibro *and* lupus). And, by “stoopid”…I mean bat-shit crazy levels of “oh my gods I want to run head first into a fucking wall…” Then, one of my guinea pigs passed away. Y’know when you’ve been bottling shit up for eons, but don’t really know you’ve been bottling shit up, even though you probably sorta-kinda also should know you’ve been bottling shit up and then that ONE thing happens and…SPLOOSH…floodgates open down to the very fibre of your essence? That happened. Legit.…
It’s totally a word. Because, reasons. Here I sit, finally at my laptop, writing on a blog (I just typed “blag” because it’s been One Of Those Days) that turns SEVEN YEARS OLD today! Facebook reminded me of of something I’d posted seven years ago (I think it was that I’d joined Facebook) and I remembered it was end of March and “hey-didn’t-I-start-my-blog-around-this-time” went through my mind powers. Indeed. Seven years ago today I’d started Lupus Interrupted with a hope to help friends and family understand Lupus and all of its dastardly ills. Seven? Honestly? It doesn’t feel right. I…
Did I say how much I love The Hub? Yes? Then let me sing you the song of my people: Did you miss it? How I created The Hub…our family command centre?? Oh, sweet mother of jeebuz…please check it out. It has saved my sanity and brought me an inner peace not felt since…EVER. True story. Like, REALLY true story. From weekly menu listing so I don’t have to hear, “What’s for dinner?” from four separate younglings on four separate occasions within the first forty minutes of home-from-school…. …to house tasks and a whole lotta chalk fun. <3 Here’s…
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…
But what if I can’t talk in the way that you can hear me? I will post about mental health issues because I am afflicted by mental health issues. I’ve never made it a secret, nor have I ever glossed over the issues of anyone else. What pains me greatly about days like Bell’s #BellLetsTalk is that people seem to be afforded one day to freely converse betwixt themselves, usually with like-minded individuals, about their personal stories, journeys and perseverance through the darker crevasses of the mind. Now, I’m glaringly aware that these kinds of initiatives progress programming and research…
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…
#HAWMC Day 27: Bye, bye, bye… Living with an illness, you are more likely to face people who don’t understand your daily struggles. Sometimes, these people can be inconsiderate and hurtful. Have you ever wanted to tell them how you really feel, but didn’t feel like you were able to? Now is your chance! Write an open letter to the people who have hurt you. What would you say to them? What lessons would you like them to learn? Aw, HELLA no…really? To what purpose does it serve to write out to people who treat us miserably, which often is…
Mood and anxiety disorders impact an estimated 22% of the Canadian population. ~CMHA Today is Bell’s “Let’s Talk” day. Today is a day to talk about mental health. It’s not “the” day, because mental health should be talked about whenever…where ever…and repeatedly, where necessary. The world as I see it, ain’t all purple painted ponies pooping butterflies jacked up on SugarSmacks. I shit you not. True story. I know many things about mental health, and I’m making a choice to talk to you about it in the hopes that it might enable you to start a conversation with someone –…