I had a great day today. I mean, a really great day. My sis and I were both off work so we went out for coffee and bagels and then did a little shopping. I wasn't desperate to get back inside my house, and I didn't spend my entire day off on the computer. I… Continue reading Jen: 1 Depression: 0
Holy man. Been a rough ride, hasn't it? This blog has shifted and changed so much from what I had first anticipated. What began as a place to tell stories about my life working in coffee shops turned into a chronicle of my ups and downs and major life changes. I'm still barely hanging on… Continue reading Fall Has Fallen And So Have I.
Uh... hello. Hi, there. Ahem... allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm Jen, abandoner of blogs. It's been over a year since I bothered to write anything here, and the reason is probably pretty obvious if you read my last post. My friend had just died, and I wasn't even remotely prepared to deal with that.… Continue reading Got Some ‘Splainin’ To Do.
*TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, depressive thoughts* This post is difficult. So very difficult. I've been scrolling through websites for the last two hours and can barely recall any of what I read. I'm in the middle of a relapse right now. Everything got so noisy inside my head that my brain freaked out and shut off… Continue reading Relapse 2015
It's been a cold winter for Toronto, with wind frigid enough to freeze your nostrils together. Perfect weather to bundle up under a warm blanket, sip on some canned hot chocolate (because let's be real, I'll probably NEVER make anything from scratch ever), and read a cheery tale of mayhem and murder at the behest… Continue reading The Monster In Jack.
I'm by no means an expert when it comes to writing. I'm an avid devourer of books and the written word has been my religion for as long as I can remember. When I was growing up, friendless and shy, there were always books. My family wasn't exactly affluent but books opened up a whole… Continue reading Writing Through It.
Honey I'm home and I had a hard day Pour me a cold one and oh by the way... Becky wipes suds from a plate before placing it in the drying rack. From the window overlooking the small sink she can see her daughters playing in the backyard. They're laughing, smiles so big she can… Continue reading Salt Meat: Part Five