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Tag Archives: know home
bruises self-heal: the body in retrograde
content notes: overdose, emergency rooms, ambulances, vomit, brief mention of weight loss There’s something about being in emergency rooms that always feels experimental to me. I don’t know how long I’ll be there. I don’t know how they’ll treat me. … Continue reading
Lilac season, disability, & staying home
It’s lilac season (well, the very end of it). I have survived many disasters in lilac seasons, and seem to be surviving another one. I keep scissors in my backpack so I can steal lilacs from the park, and I … Continue reading
support support again & again
I’m in need of support. I’m in an extremely difficult and stressful situation, and seeking immediate financial help. As you know, I’m on disability. I recently received news that my file is under review. I told very few people because … Continue reading
lethargy & optimism
Every November, I experience a particular, familiar fatigue, the same repetitive thoughts from the year before. It is the season when chronic suicidal ideation strengthens, when it takes root and rapidly solidifies itself in my brain, my blood, my heart … Continue reading
Introvert Studio, know home
(content warning: self-injury, suicidal ideation, all the stuff i write about always) Hello, hello, I went on tour and then I came back to Toronto and I had a mental health suicidal-feelings crisis, narrowly escaped the psych ward, and moved … Continue reading
Hello, Toronto!
I moved to Toronto last week, and the city has been treating me well. With lilacs, apple blossoms, columbines, and roses in bloom, and everybody riding their bikes, it seems like the perfect season to start over. I’ve never been … Continue reading
A queer, self-conscious performance.
I’m recovering from (and feeling inspired by!) my favourite trip to Montréal thus far. I spent four or five days hanging out at the Tulip Farm, having good conversations with friends, and eating cheap/free food. It was like a long, … Continue reading
Best mail day, etc.
It felt like my birthday when I went to the post office and picked up a package from Mend My Dress Press. Not only had they sent me the Isle Content Anthology by Alexis Wolf that I’d been looking forward … Continue reading
Maranda Elizabeth 