Although I’m a detailed person when it comes to my schedule, my teaching, and, most importantly, my writing, I have never liked the act of organizing. Making phone calls, memorizing dates, and attending to trivialities puts my mind in a state of foggy uproar.
Unfortunately, if you are familiar with the Canadian health care system (I live in Ontario, and this is the system I am talking about—it could differ from province to province), you will know how agonizingly slow and complicated getting appointments can be. There is the receptionist for the family doc, the receptionist for the surgeon; there are referrals and booking times and addresses and phone numbers. Oh, so many phone numbers. Don’t talk to me anymore about phone numbers… Continue reading
Disclaimer: I did not take this photo; my brother did while climbing a tree in order to get a closer look at this long-nailed, big-lipped buddy. I was down below, on the ground, watching the magic unfold. In another, blurrier photo, the porcupine shows his orange teeth in what looks like a smile, but is probably closer to a territorial snarl.
This all happened in a forest far away from the internet. I spent a week at a camp, not going online once, and found it heavenly. I have always been a proponent of “less screen time,” but I often fail to achieve my own ideals, what with this blog and various social media outlets pulling constantly at my attention. I didn’t realize until I spent this week away from computers how much these distractions were affecting me. Recently, my creative writing has been scarce — partly because my focus was previously on academic writing for summer school, but also partly because my mind was much too scattered to produce a coherent narrative. Continue reading
Today my article, “When You’re Able to Work With a Mental Illness, but Still Live Below the Poverty Line,” was published on The Mighty. I was going to republish it here until I realized The Mighty‘s copyright wouldn’t allow me to do so. Whoops! I will keep that in mind for next time.
On an offhand but related note, the internet, though horrible at times, can truly be a beautiful place. Sites like The Mighty, with its immense group of contributors and readers, continually show me how important it is to share stories about sickness and suffering. The internet has provided a platform upon which we can do this. I am so proud to be connected to so many strong, talented individuals, no matter how virtual the connection may be.
Keep sharing, keep growing, and, if you must keep suffering, keep healing as well.