I was brushing my teeth today and I look in the mirror and my face was caught between two panes of glass, a section of my forehead and most of my nose had been swallowed in the crack where the tri-fold doors of my medicine cabinet met. It reminded me of that thing I used … Continue reading How about that fat-shaming Netflix series?
I want to write about what happened to me but I don’t know where to begin. I start. Stop. Start. Stop. Start. Stop. Over and over again. I wonder is this right? Am I getting it right? And sometimes I wonder if I’m even allowed to say what happened, if that story even belongs to … Continue reading F*CK YOU
I started this summer break the same way I’ve started all summer breaks–with a bang. And a whole lot of ambition. I’ve always had a tendency to bite off more than I can chew (literally and figuratively) so of course I wanted to do it all this summer. Explore every inch of my new city. … Continue reading Adjusting expectations.
I don’t really have time to be doing this, but I figured if I’m going to procrastinate I might as well procrastinate in a backwards, kind of productive way. I’ve officially lived in Victoria now for over two months. Which is insane to me because it feels like I’ve been here for 2 minutes but … Continue reading life lately.
I like to think that I’ve got it pretty together, most of the time. And I do a decent enough job of taking care of myself and making it through most days relatively unscathed. Until my car breaks down on the side of the highway and I’m stranded in Red Deer and I’m blocking holiday traffic, … Continue reading reasons I’m scared to move: chapter 2
I know that positive people are the worst because others’ happiness is just disgusting, but because I don’t give a fuck about all that I’ve decided to take a moment to reflect on how lucky I am. I used to hate my life a lot. My BFF can attest to how much of an asshole I was–a … Continue reading I’m happy and I know it
When I was a kid, all I ever did was read. And I mean, it was all I did. I didn’t have many friends and I didn’t have any extracurricular activities and I didn’t have anything better to do… so I just read, read, read, read, read. My favourite author then–actually, my favourite author of all time–was/is Stephen King. … Continue reading get lost
I’ve been feelin’ a bit blue lately. I woke up one morning and it felt like I’d forgotten who I was. Not in an amnesia-like way, but in an existential crisis-like way. It was as if my entire personality was wiped clean overnight. Like my favourite things, my interests, my accomplishments were just erased. I … Continue reading the blues.
Suicide is a sin. That’s what I learned in Sunday School. Sitting on a floral patterned couch that looked like it belonged in a church basement, along with 6 other kids–teenagers between the ages of 13 and 17–we talked about the Bible. We’d pass around copies of the good book and we’d go ’round the room … Continue reading Suicidal Thoughts
Thump thump thumpthumpthumpppppp. The erratic staccato of my heartbeat cresendos into a dull hum, vibrating in my skull and blurring my vision. My breath is short and shallow. My head is pounding. My skin is stretched too tight across my entire body. I scream. I cry. I panic. I haven’t had a panic attack since … Continue reading When Anxiety Strikes