Notes From The Newly Diagnosed – Depressed & Anxious
I was diagnosed. I’m still the same person. Or am I? I have new words. And as I lose the ones that were longtime mine, I grasp them to cope.
I was diagnosed. I’m still the same person. Or am I? I have new words. And as I lose the ones that were longtime mine, I grasp them to cope.
From childhood challenges to dental health, lessons in trusting my body’s signals came from tattoo artists, doctors & life coaches.
A medical appointment brings up insights about vulnerability, age, class and socializing. And this is before I even go through the door.
Our value as human beings is determined by our use. What happens to the things that make us human in this capitalist world? Mental health suffers.
The second dark COVID of my soul is here except it doesn’t feel quite as dark. I feel stupid and it is peaceful.
Surviving my second COVID-19 bout in 3 months, an evaporation of fears. From the dungeon of despair to finding trust & purpose.
Closures have never been easy for me. 2022 feels like a long checklist. I have to go somewhere next but where and why?
From COVID grip to recovery, my journey unveils lessons in patience and gratitude. Navigating health challenges and finding kindness in unexpected places.
I’m often told I don’t look my age. What is complimentary about that?
I think we yearn for our blank slate states, for our most pristine, untouched selves. It’s why we romanticise childhood even though it’s most likely had its share of hardships & knocks. Tattoos are a curious borderline point between our most fearful, vulnerable selves that want to look back &…