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Author Archives: marandaelizabeth
Alcohol, I don’t want to drink you anymore.
Alcohol! I feel like so many of my friends are currently struggling with cutting down their consumption of alcohol, either by drinking less, or by drinking none at all. This is something I’ve struggled with for years, and I want … Continue reading
Mindful Communication and Consent (this is what I need)
I just got back from an excellent workshop on self-care and activism, and I really ought to be going to bed right now because I have to get up in the morning, but my mind is spinning, so I need … Continue reading
Be Your Own Therapist
Today marks one month since I got out of Homewood, a local treatment centre. In some ways, it feels like I was just there yesterday, and in others, it feels like a year has passed. Time moves in strange ways … Continue reading
What’s Your Diagnonsense?
Borderline Personality Disorder, that’s what. Here’s what I knew about BPD before being diagnosed: – more women than men receive this diagnosis – many argue BPD does not actually exist – it’s often viewed as the last resort diagnosis; given … Continue reading
Hospital Girl Has Left the Building
I am writing after having spent the last two months in a treatment centre for mental health. I did not have a crisis that led me there; well, I did, but it was a long time ago. I had been … Continue reading
Struggling through feelings of isolation, and knowing that our voices are valued.
This morning, I listened to someone on the radio say that there are only a few great voices in each generation, and admitted that he is not one of them. I thought his statement was sad and discouraging. If there … Continue reading
Making a home, imagining a home.
Lately I seem to have developed a mild obsession with cleaning and organizing my apartment. It started with vacuuming. When I moved into this apartment last summer, no one had bothered to clean it, so it was covered in the … Continue reading
Taking control of my daily life, and attempting to eliminate the feeling that some unclarified thing is missing.
You know that feeling like something is missing, but you’re not sure what it is? I don’t know if there was ever a time when that feeling was not a part of my daily experience, but there are times when … Continue reading
Maranda Elizabeth 