Next month I am taking part in an exciting digital art expo here in the Cowichan Valley with about 12 other artists. If you’ve known me for some time, you’ll know that various physical and mental health challenges have placed a lot of limitations on my life. Extreme fatigue is
After a lot of soul-searching, I found a blog title that said something of what I wanted to say about a life with invisible illnesses – autoimmune disease, pain, depression and dissociation. For the first time in weeks I’ve found a moment of strength to say something. While I want
I wonder why it takes so long to feel compassion for the self? This was a difficult weekend in some ways. Sharing grief with a heart friend, and then joy with another, as she opened a yoga centre. I took part in many activities to foster both personal growth and
I promised myself to write every day, come what may. Today I have been in high levels of pain, and unable to find much surcease. I can’t even truly tell you what I did today. I didn’t take a nap… I worked on some decluttering, but piles from that endeavour
Some years ago, I gave up the folly of making New Year’s Resolutions. It seemed artificial to make a big deal about what was in actuality just another day. However, isn’t that all they are? Each day is just another day, pregnant with hope that we will find the strength
How quickly one forgets! That’s probably a merciful feature built into the human mind – a natural survival instinct – so one forgets how bad it can get. Three days ago spring announced itself in the Cowichan Valley with a clarion call of sunshine at 15 degrees Celsius. Sitting inside
Suicide is an especially difficult topic for me. I have known three people who lost the battle to depression and successfully ended their lives. I use the word “successfully” ironically. As a survivor, I know there is no victory in losing the fight, and to this day I am still