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Tag: mental health
Friends with Benefits
Although I met G by a stroke of pure luck, our friendship now seems as meant to be as anything possibly could. She and my husband were participating in the same forum at their place of work when they discovered their mutual connection to epilepsy—she lives with it, and he lives with me. After asking … Continue reading Friends with Benefits
Rigid
Over time, my right foot has slowly loosened up (as I’m striving to in life in general). When I first started rehab, it hardly moved at all, but with much work, some coaxing, and a few Botox injections, it began flickering a little and then bending a bit. Eventually, I reached a kind of compromise … Continue reading Rigid
On with the New
I’ve never been big on the whole New Year thing, probably because I’m a hopeless, jaded cynic. I understand the need people feel for a symbolic fresh start, and I understand the appeal of making a slew of resolutions. It’s kinda comforting, after all, to face January 1 armed with lofty goals and big ambitions. … Continue reading On with the New
The Joy in Getting Through
While out for a coffee with my husband a few mornings ago, I realized that I inevitably feel a great sense of relief on Boxing Day, when Christmas is in the rear-view mirror and expectations are suddenly lowered. I’m certainly not the first to observe that for many people, and for various reasons, Christmas is … Continue reading The Joy in Getting Through
Community in Craft
I learned about the upcoming craft fair from close friends. They were over to help me and my husband put up and decorate our Christmas tree, so I was already in an especially festive mood—and even on my glummest, most humbuggy days, my eyes light up at the prospect of attending any craft fair, no … Continue reading Community in Craft
Grumpy Human, Do Not Touch
You know when you’re minding your own business, waiting for the elevator in the subway station, when a total stranger appears out of nowhere, crouches down, and, without saying a word, starts yanking on your footwear, your pants, and the blanket covering your legs in an apparent attempt to arrange them in a way that … Continue reading Grumpy Human, Do Not Touch
Showing Off
My parents recently visited from my hometown in British Columbia. They came to spend time with their beloved daughter, obviously, but also so that my husband could go on a much-needed and well-deserved solo trip. (He did, and both he and I are grateful that he had the support and the mental space to recharge … Continue reading Showing Off
Let’s Go to the Movies
I love going to the cinema. Even now, as an adult, I get caught up in the magic of it; I’m drawn in, fully immersed. Forced to pay attention rather than pretend that I can multitask and successfully follow a plot line, I get way more out of the films I see in the theatre … Continue reading Let’s Go to the Movies
Friendly Acts of Wheeling
On Saturday, one of my best friends swung by, picked me up, and brought me to the Textile Museum of Canada (which I highly recommend, by the way). It was the first time, I think, that I’ve gone out with a friend beyond the confines of my neighbourhood, without my husband, and for such a … Continue reading Friendly Acts of Wheeling
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 