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I Like Gardening
I have been doing something new and weird. I have been learning how to exist happily. Before I had my daughter, I spent four years dealing with infertility and having miscarriages. I was in survival mode. Before that, I spent four years with significant chronic fatigue syndrome. It ended my life and my future as
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PTSD
It isn’t over. I typed those words at the end of the long essay I wrote about my first two miscarriages, Expecting, the one thing I have written that drew some real attention. I know a few long term readers found me then. I remember a few comments about they would stick around to find…
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Double Standards
It’s okay everyone, I’m in therapy, therefore this can be read as socially-acceptable self-deprecating snippet of entertainment and not a poor attempt to muffle the scream for constant validation that bubbles up inside me in ever smaller intervals that I am slowly becoming aware will never, ever be sated.
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Productivity
I have struggled with this a lot since becoming chronically ill, and even more so since the pandemic started. Sometimes I need the reminder.
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Purpose
Okay, so this one isn’t exactly fluff, but ideally it’s not a downer either. Despite my resolve to post fluff as often as possible through all this, I have been … struggling. My old friend depression has been circling…
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Number 4
I’ve had a fourth miscarriage. I drew journal comics to process the experience. I’ve decided I will post them here. I have written about miscarriage before, (first two here, comics drawn after the third one here and here) and I don’t think I can do it again. Not like that. To do that, you have
Silence Killed The Dinosaurs 