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Tag Archives: trauma
Disrupting Recovery as a Linear Path of Progress
As a traumatized person, I don’t believe exclusively in clock-time, nor do I believe in static, unchanging memories or a linear path to recovery; my memories and my stories change all the time, my perspective changes all the time, and … Continue reading
making spaces accessible & scent-free to create opportunities for friendship, connection, & support!
I’ve been telling my pals I’m gonna write a blog entry about Multiple Chemical Sensitivity soon, but have been avoiding it because I don’t like talking about it. But it feels like it’s time now, so I’ll give it a … Continue reading
let yr freak flag fly: on recovery, feelings, magic, & Tarot
Throughout my recovery, I’ve been reconnecting with my teenage self. I still have some objects that were in my bedroom when I was thirteen. I have the first book about witchcraft I’d ever read and practiced from, some little stones … Continue reading
permission to protect myself
I haven’t written much for a while because I felt like I was (and am) going through all these untranslateable internal processes and I didn’t wanna puke these messy words all over the internet. There’s this strange thing about writing … 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
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
If This Makes You Feel Awkward, I Don’t Care
♥ PART ONE: Sometimes I Don’t Like Guelph ♥ I write about the search for community a lot, and think about it much more than that, but the truth is, I think I am choosing to give up that search … 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
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
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