Women who fuck with fear

Spending an exorbitant amount of time in my new favourite self care place, my bath, has given me a lot of time to read. I started the year with a history brief on the teamsters and the story of Frank, the Irishman. A solid start, crime based history lesson of the teamsters in the United …

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Creating Space

I used to keep myself excessively busy. Never home long enough to get comfortable; always with a plan. Lately, I have had to force myself to slow down and create space despite every instinct to self sabotage. This has meant seeing less friends (and sometimes losing friends), declining events or volunteer opportunities and other chances …

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Keep moving, my friend

At the beginning, I stopped seeing friends and communicating with family. I spent all my time with a heating pad in bed or in my bath, a new found place of peace. Eventually, I had to get used to my body’s rebellion and continue living my life. Seeing friends, volunteering, educational undertakings, is slowly becoming …

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The majority of people are kind

Throughout this experience, I have been overwhelmed with the kindness of others. A husband who supports me without failing to push me out of bed and not allowing me to hang out in a depressive state for too long. Family taking an active part in the journey, checking in and ensuring I am keeping up …

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