Therapy is for everyone. No matter if you think you need it or not, we are all human and have things we need to work through. Therapy is a wonderful, and for me, lifesaving tool.
Whether you prefer to use the term pessimist, realist or glass-half-empty, it amounts to the same thing: I see the world as it is. Perhaps it’s because I’ve grown up disabled, and been subjected to my fair share of pitying stares, condescending questions and ableist attitudes which have made me rather cynical.
Talking to My Therapist and God I talk to my therapist and God at the intersections of my subconscious; intermittent conversations penetrating my awareness of childhood trauma and childlike faith,
What began as a standard, to-do list in the weeks before moving to a new city over a year ago, has now become a means of self care and a reminder that, yes, I, Rhianna, can do this.
It’s a question that hangs over my head like fog whenever the first symptoms start to emerge. Am I depressed again? In this post, I talk about the what ifs that surround me when it comes to a potential diagnosis. I monitor symptoms, research every possible cause, and panic at the inevitable truth—I have cancer.
January 27, A.K.A. Classy Glassy Day to my family in honour of my first prosthetic eye, is the day each year that I celebrate being cancer-free. Although I underwent a few rounds of precautionary chemotherapy after the final enucleation, this day will always be near and dear to my heart.
Starlight Serenade Sing, oh ye stars above! Sing upon this earth with love. Sing thy song with beauty inlaid Sing your starlight serenade. Sing to those who lie awake Sing for the brokenhearted’s sake. Sing a lullaby for those afraid Sing your starlight serenade.