“I cannot mask, change, morph, or cloak my disease like a flaw in a painting. All I can do is give it a shape without a face.” How one fiction writer with depression turns his mental health challenges into monsters.
I have spent the morning drawing up plans to redo my bedroom. My house, well, George’s and my house (good grief) is a 1920’s cottage with the oddest shaped rooms. […] The post redecorating through re-purposing appeared first on Obsolete Childhood.
Turning off comments and likes, please visit Suze to engage with her directly!
Here’s an article I enjoyed. As usual, comments and likes will be disabled. Please visit the original source! Don’t fret, I’ve got plenty of good stuff coming down the chute, it’s just taking slightly longer than anticipated and I don’t want to leave my audience without something new each day.
I am reblogging this excellent post by Rhi. As usual, reblogging etiquette applies with the disabling of likes and comments. Please go to the original source to share your thoughts!
Saying “I’m sorry” doesn’t mean I don’t still have to do the processing.
I know you’re sorry you’re late. You’ve broken a small social contract, and sorry should be enough to mend it, but it’s not the social contract that is troubling me.
You’re sorry you didn’t let me know that plans had changed. You could have, but you didn’t. The sorry should fix any upset caused by your actions, but it’s not the upset that is troubling me.
You’re sorry that you turned up with a couple of extra people, you hope that’s ok, a sorry and a packet of biscuits should cover any change to catering needs, but it’s not the catering issues that are troubling me.
My life is built of stories.
There’s the long story about where I came from, where I’ve been, where I want to go.
There’s the more immediate story of what has…
View original post 578 more words