reading

The Magical Healing Power of Stories*

*Books won’t actually physically cure you of a disease. “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.” – Joan Didion I have kind of a love/hate relationship with books about illnesses. I flock to them like a seagull flocks to a McDonald’s parking lot, but most of the time I come away feeling disappointed, probably also like […] Read more…

I’m so bored.

*Blows the dust off the cover of my Macbook* *Sneezes and remembers that I’m allergic to dust* Does this thing still work? Do I even remember how to blog? Hopefully it’s like riding a bike because my god I haven’t done this in awhile. I probably can’t ride a bike anymore either though, I feel […] Read more…

Read It and Weep: Finding Strength in Books

Reading is by far one of my favourite forms of therapy. There’s nothing quite like the stirring of emotion and relief when I open a book and find out that there is another person out there, somewhere, who knows what it feels like to be me. As someone with a chronic illness, I turn to […] Read more…

A Letter to 9 Year Old Me

I’ve been reading lots of blog posts lately that are letters to your younger self. I loved this idea and thought I would do it too. I can be a tad sadistic, over-imaginative and dramatic at times, so I thought I would end my letter a little different than most people. If I could send […] Read more…