One thing I feel in India, which might not jive with my descriptions of illness and monkeys, is a particular sense of safety which I have trouble getting at home in the US.
For the longest time, I believed that anti-anxiety meds were bad or ineffective. They could anesthetize me or make me less ambitious. I decided that it was just better and, in a weird way, easier to tough things out.
This evening at dinner my partner and I were talking about our families. My mother had helped my brother move and she struggled helping him because he wouldn’t get rid of anything. I commented that my mom was always a bit of a hoarder and if she thought something was trash and needed tossing, then it really did.
I realized after I said that, that I used hoarder casually the way a lot of people use OCD, anxiety, depression, bulimia, germophobia, and other real, serious mental illnesses. And often we do it unconsciously—we’re not thinking about the word or what it might mean to people who might hear us.
I love to do lists. I have read a lot of to do list suggestions and how tos online–the ones that suggest you write down everything on real paper or in an app that is on your phone and laptop simultaneously; the ones that suggest you keep track of what you’ve finished or that you write every little thing you’ve done to demonstrate to yourself what you’ve accomplished; and so on. Continue reading “Worry Decluttering: Alternate To Do Lists”
I agree with many women that a great dress with pockets is the holy grail. It begs, however, a larger question: Why can’t more women’s clothes be comfortable and functional as well as cute, pretty, sexy, or whatever we would like? Why can’t there be more comfortable or accommodating clothes for people with chronic or invisible illnesses? Continue reading “Learning How to Dress for My Invisible and Chronic Illness”