A day like today…

…but seven years ago. Senior year of high school, and I’m asking the main office to let me leave school and go to the hospital. “I have to see my grandfather,” I remember saying over and over. And my principal, bless her heart, simply said, “I’ll get someone to drive you.”

The funny thing is, we kind of got lost, my school counselor and I. We took the long way around and got stuck in traffic and took way longer than expected to get to the hospital–so much so that my principal, who left after I did, was already there when we arrived. After I stepped out of the elevator, everything became a blur. All I have are these vivid, disconnected images of the rest of the day; it’s like I lost the reels of that day’s film and all I have left are some promotional stills and a trailer.

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Things your friend who has depression really needs you to say!

I have to say, I have become the “friend who has depression,” often counted on to provide the depression perspective on a myriad of issues. It is a terrifying responsibility, but I think it says a lot about how seriously my friends are taking my mental illness, and how outspoken I have been about it. And it is as the “friend who has depression” that I link you to Kate A. Hendry’s “7 Things Your Depressed Friend* Needs You to Say.”

*Her title for the piece, which I am respecting even though, as you know, I choose to use “people-first language.”  🙂

In which I talk about Twilight, finally.

(Trigger warnings: relationship violence, stalking, sexual assault, violence against women.)

If you know me at all, you know that I don’t care for Twilight–and while that is true, there is something you might not know: I own the entire series*. As a matter of fact, on my first read I found them entertaining enough, if exasperating in the bad writing. I even attended the release party for Breaking Dawn (I know, I know) and stayed up all night to finish the series… and my horror at the general awfulness of that last book made my enthusiasm fade.

And then I was no longer a teenager, and I read them again.

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