Another dream is dressing, preparing for her entrance. I hope she is good. I have not paid for a ticket but I have rights. The curtain twitches and the lights dim. I hope the dream is in her best dress. Something gold and glittery, hip-hugging, trailing down to the floor as the dream sways like…
The other day I wrote a blog post about how I tend to think of my body as something separate from myself, rather than part of me. I had a bit of an epiphany and now I think that the narrative I’ve been using to describe my body and my relationship with it has been…
I have written a guest blog post for Lucy Turns Pages! It’s all about how writing has helped with my mental health in relation to cancer survivorship. Please take a look and let me know if it strikes a chord! You can find it here: “Writing About Mental Health and Cancer Survivorship”.
Note to self: There is a difference between seeing a health problem as something external that is threatening your body, and seeing your body as itself as the problem. Your body is not a threat. The illness/problem is a threat. Your body is on your side.
Hospital appointment on Wednesday – first of three different ones but I’m still waiting for the others to come through. I’ve been feeling quite content and at peace today and yesterday, considering, but I’m feeling a tiny bit anxious this evening. Which is illogical, because nothing has changed between then and now. Goodness knows how…
I’m excited to have three poems accepted for online zine In Between Hangovers. One is already up on the website, and two others are forthcoming! This poem, “Superheroes”, is one I wrote for another publication but it got rejected. I was going to put it on my website but decided that I really liked it and…
your body doesn’t care that it’s nearly Christmas your body doesn’t care about your birthday your body will betray you without checking the calendar
don’t refer me to a surgeon, refer me to a good friend. give me a letter urging me to go to the pub immediately. don’t refer me to the hospital, refer me to jack daniels. after all, he is a specialist in these things. don’t refer me to a doctor refer me to my boyfriend…
I did a free write and this is what came out. Everything starts with I. It’s like there is nothing else to talk about but myself and the wind, the storm, the loss. So much loss. I don’t think I even care about when it will end or why, just that one day there will…