This is just for me. If someone else gets something out of it too, whether it makes someone else feel less alone, or like someone can relate, that’s fantastic. If not, then fine, it’ll just be an outlet for me. I’m struggling this week. I had a bad dream a couple of nights ago, and…
I don’t feel like I’ve beaten anything. I don’t feel victorious. I feel tired in a way that sleeping won’t remedy. It never ends, it just subsides. I had another bad dream about hospitals and cancer last night. But at least my dress has flowers on it. Whoever said nothing bad can happen while you’re…
Survivors are the least important, the ones with the least need for help. Lowest priority on the list. Our journey is done. We won. I don’t feel like a winner. Why am I upset when I survived, my story’s been told, I’m out the other side, I’m perfectly alive? Where is my gratitude? There are…
Remember that game from when we were kids, where the whole point of the game is to not think about the game and when you do, you have to say “I lost the game”, causing everyone around you to also lose the game? And then after that, all you can think about is the game,…
It’s a radiotherapy machine you have to work yourself – yes, you, as the patient. There is a nurse standing next to me as I lie on the bed part of the machine. And I mean bed in the loosest term possible – bed, as in something you lie on, not anything providing comfort.
I will ask if you’re okay and give you permission to tell me the truth, the whole sorry, harrowing, despairing, disarming truth and you’ll give me the same liberties in return. I’ll accept your words as your reality, no judgement. We are friends who are free, who are human in the most brutal ways, we…
If you’ve been doing really well lately, you should tell yourself that. Give yourself a pat on the back. Seriously. Give yourself some credit for coping. You’re doing okay.
1. Sometimes I don’t brush my teeth when my parents tell me to. 2. Sometimes I daydream when I should be listening to the teacher. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. Sometimes I worry I’m not doing enough naughty things. Maybe I’m supposed to have more things to confess about. 10. Sometimes I lie…
you know me less and less – the more I say the less you say, the less you care, the more I give up, I give up, I give up. And I’m sorry if I haven’t tried hard enough to make you understand, to make you try at all but it’s exhausting and gets me…
For friendship, for openness, for the chance to be true, for empathy, for relief, for peace: gratitude.