Tag Archives: mental illness

Frailty.

Today was a good day. The gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach is gone. No suicidal thoughts today! Which is nice. How does this happen? How random it all seems, this nameless suffering, and equally nameless peace. Well, … Continue reading

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Again, again.

Phillip Seymour Hoffman has died, and all I can say is that I’m a bit jealous. Selfish indeed. I had a nice evening out with friends last night. Impromptu and unexpected. Currently at the Eaton’s Centre food court. Am spending … Continue reading

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Getting Rough Again.

Some days the poison is thick and clotted in my throat, and I can barely swallow each hour. This may as well be a cancer of the brain. A sort of emotional cancer that sucks me dry of energy, skill, … Continue reading

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