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Tag Archives: recovery
Amateur Therapy Hour with Maranda Elizabeth & Dave Cave – video & transcription!
Me and Dave Cave asked each other three questions each, and recorded our conversation for his video series, Amateur Therapy Hour. Dave asked me: 1. Are you already better? 2. Do you exaggerate or embellish your crazy stories? 3. How … Continue reading
I Was the Violent Kid Nobody Knew How to Deal With
I wish I could have a conversation with my childhood self, my teenage self. Although I have mostly accepted that the past cannot be changed, and some of the bad things I lived through are what led me to being … Continue reading
Turning Twenty-Seven
In four days, I’ll be celebrating my twenty-seventh birthday. When I was much younger, I thought my twenties would be like an episode of Friends, but by the time I reached my twenties, I was so suicidally depressed that I … Continue reading
Take Care
When I went to Chicago last March, I got tattooed by Alana Robbie. In 2010, she tattooed a Greyhound bus on my left arm, and this time, she tattooed TAKE CARE on my knuckles. I’d written down hundreds of knuckle … Continue reading
Shyness is nice, but…
In the spirit of my non-belief in Too-Much-Information, and my love of sharing ridiculously personal information, I am going to tell you that today is the five-year anniversary of my first suicide attempt, and in those five years, I have … Continue reading
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
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
Maranda Elizabeth 