Tag: concussion
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Unstuck in Time…
November 2025 (I’m pretty sure) I don’t even know what day it is. Sometimes I have to really think to figure out the month, or the year, or my actual age. I recently turned 50 and had to keep reminding myself that I wasn’t turning 40, or 30, or 60. I just knew it was…
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Circle Game
I almost never do this; write a post that I intend to publish immediately without worrying and overthinking about how to frame my thoughts. Nothing but a cursory edit. My dreams are sad and dark lately. Sad for my younger self as I navigate parenting my now adult child. I am sitting in a waiting room…
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The Little Train of Thought That Couldn’t Stop Itself…
Or, Fuck Motivation Feb. 1, 2025 Today I attended a music recital in which the child of my boyfriend was performing. About halfway through I started to cry, which shocked and embarrassed me. I am not one to cry, or express any emotion, really, if I can help it. Fighting emotions requires a ton of…
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2025!
January 5, 2025 I haven’t written a post in so long… Life exploded, as it is wont to do. I wish that I could write about how life exploded, but I am trying to “Mary Karr” my way through by not writing about things when they are too raw. A good memoir is written when…
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The Summer of 70 Books
Monday, March 25, 2024 The Summer of 70 Books During the summer of 2021, my mental health had declined to the point that I finally realized that I was severely suicidal and needed to go on some meds. One of the things I was doing to avoid facing how I was really feeling was to…
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Lost and Found Family
Lost and Found Family December 2017 “Slow down, Chloe, the family doesn’t need to lose both of you in one day.” This was the last thought I had as I was entering the on ramp trying to beat the car that was clearly speeding in the lane I needed to merge into. I took my…
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In Defense of Self-Compassion
In Defense of Self-Compassion January 30, 2024 Ironically, the only person I feel the need to defend self-compassion to is… ME! The original title of this piece was going to be Fuck Self-Compassion or something equally erudite. There’s a whole series of posts in my drafts called Fuck Motivation, Fuck Vulnerability, Fuck Gratitude, and, well,…
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Reaction to Polley Book
Reaction to Polley Book Thursday, January 4, 2024 Preamble After working really hard for years to recover from a concussion, I was feeling hopeless and seriously depressed. When Sarah Polley wrote her book Run Towards the Danger, people started suggesting that I read it. I read it right around the time that two doctors had…
Interrobang Me Hard, Baby 