Cover image by Viergacht

I just finished reading “First, We Make the Beast Beautiful” by Sarah Wilson. It’s the first book I’ve read, maybe ever, in which I was frantically taking notes while reading it. My spouse and I have been struggling with anxiety lately, and this book really got to me. I found the words and exercises very helpful, and I figured I’d share my rather unfocused notes with you. Maybe they’ll spark your interest and you’ll read the book too! I should note that I’m also seeing a therapist to help with my anxiety and depression. I wouldn’t want you to think that reading alone is a viable treatment for anxiety.

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Backyard Greenhouse

I just finished up a week long vacation in which I built a greenhouse in my backyard. I love DIY projects, the adventure, the problem solving, all of it! And I usually make a lot of mistakes. For example, the stone walk-way I built last year was dug too low, and I’ll have to raise it up this year. I’d love your opinions / critiques of my greenhouse-building process.

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No casserole

I heard something pretty sad today from a mother whose son suffers from severe depression. She said that mental illness is a “no-casserole” disease. If you or a loved one is sick, chances are someone will visit and bring gifts and food. But if you or a loved one needs to be hospitalized for mental illness, folks keep their distance.

If you know someone who has mental illness, bring them a casserole. Or a book.

Cover image by KlarEm

Last cigarette with a ghost

As of today I am no longer smoking cigarettes. I’ve been a smoker since I was 17-years-old. In that time I was able to stop smoking for 4 years! I’m trying to quit again starting today. Wish me well.

I smoked my last cigarette in my car this morning, parked in a supermarket parking lot, drinking Dunkin’ Donuts cold brew and listening to NPR. I don’t remember the show, or it’s content – just a mellow male voice underscored with peaceful music.

The final smoke was passing by unremarkably, until I felt the presence of a ghost.

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