The F word. One of the most weighted and troubling beasts living in the mental landscape that is my brain. No one likes to talk about it. I try not to complain about it or fuel any thoughts related to the F word, but seeing as its grown to be a dominant aspect of my experience since my teens without any hint of letting up, … Continue reading The F word.
Just a few months ago, a new practitioner asked me what I’d do if I weren’t sick. I froze. A feeling of emptiness washed over, as I glanced at my partner, panicked. We waited in silence while I tried to grasp onto ideas, but nothing felt right. As a teenager, I’d always planned to do something creative and physical, tracing back to dreams of being … Continue reading When Being Sick Becomes Your Identity