It's been a while. I find myself typing that rather frequently here. So much and so little has been going on.
The best news: I have a new writing gig! Unpaid (as of yet), but a wonderful venue for me to sharpen my chops somewhere other than here. People may even read it.
With that in mind, expect the content of this blog to shift more towards my personal life and the sort of topics that the general public would prefer to avoid. Lucky you! (Hope I haven't lost you yet; at least wait for my rambling glorification of the Deutsch Kurzhaar before you hightail it.)
Welcome back!
*crickets*
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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
23 March 2014
23 January 2014
Ketchup!
Yes, I know I need to seriously put some time and effort into catching up on the Blog Challenge that Yvonne, Danielle, and I have embarked on.
At least I can blame a paying, freelance writing gig! ...and Doctor Who. (Why must you be streaming on Amazon Prime? How wonderfully, fantastically unfair.)
I'll have a post or two by the end of the day. Possibly more if insomnia strikes again.
Ta ta for now!
At least I can blame a paying, freelance writing gig! ...and Doctor Who. (Why must you be streaming on Amazon Prime? How wonderfully, fantastically unfair.)
I'll have a post or two by the end of the day. Possibly more if insomnia strikes again.
Ta ta for now!
01 November 2012
A Coming Out, of Sorts
Recently I have written about my diagnosis of exercise induced (and allergy aggravated) asthma, which I am still learning to manage in conjunction with my fitness journey.
However, the medical diagnosis which has most affected every facet of my life and which I have never spoken or written about publicly is Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder. I was first diagnosed around 15 years ago and struggled with it for many years afterward. I have been re-diagnosed twice since then, most recently by my current psychiatrist (whom I only told I had "depression" but who properly diagnosed me anyway).
It's taken years for me to feel comfortable enough to write about my experiences, past and present, and in what ways my coping (and often lack thereof) have shaped my life. I am currently on medication and along with meditation, healthy eating, avoiding excess of alcohol/caffeine (which I'm not always successful at...), and making exercise & physical fitness a priority, I am managing my Bipolar Disorder better than I ever have in my life.
Through my writing I hope to paint a different picture of what most people think of when they hear the words "Bipolar Disorder." I don't feel like the stigma associated with mental illness is as pervasive as it once was, but it still persists. I've been dumped by a boyfriend simply because I admitted to him that I have it; even though no incident had happened, he feared what "might happen" or what I "might do" someday. And that was enough to send him packing.
If you would like to read more about what Bipolar Disorder really entails and about the various types, please read NIMH's page. It's an excellent and detailed resource on the topic.
My name is Garnet Scarabin and I am a writer, a dog rescuer, an excellent cook, a vintage culture aficionado, a soon-to-be runner, a good friend, I hold down a good job, and I have Bipolar Disorder.
(I'm also lactose intolerant, but that's a lot less sensational.)
However, the medical diagnosis which has most affected every facet of my life and which I have never spoken or written about publicly is Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder. I was first diagnosed around 15 years ago and struggled with it for many years afterward. I have been re-diagnosed twice since then, most recently by my current psychiatrist (whom I only told I had "depression" but who properly diagnosed me anyway).
It's taken years for me to feel comfortable enough to write about my experiences, past and present, and in what ways my coping (and often lack thereof) have shaped my life. I am currently on medication and along with meditation, healthy eating, avoiding excess of alcohol/caffeine (which I'm not always successful at...), and making exercise & physical fitness a priority, I am managing my Bipolar Disorder better than I ever have in my life.
Through my writing I hope to paint a different picture of what most people think of when they hear the words "Bipolar Disorder." I don't feel like the stigma associated with mental illness is as pervasive as it once was, but it still persists. I've been dumped by a boyfriend simply because I admitted to him that I have it; even though no incident had happened, he feared what "might happen" or what I "might do" someday. And that was enough to send him packing.
If you would like to read more about what Bipolar Disorder really entails and about the various types, please read NIMH's page. It's an excellent and detailed resource on the topic.
My name is Garnet Scarabin and I am a writer, a dog rescuer, an excellent cook, a vintage culture aficionado, a soon-to-be runner, a good friend, I hold down a good job, and I have Bipolar Disorder.
(I'm also lactose intolerant, but that's a lot less sensational.)
21 August 2012
Rambling, Columns, Etc.
I don't know what my fascination is with creating "regular features" on this blog whose daily audience could probably be counted on one hand (with fingers leftover). Daily Gratitude is both self explanatory and important, but what is up with trying to borrow "Follow Friday" from Twitter or coin new segments? "The Present," "Morning Interludes," "Fill-In-The-Blank," etc. Most of these I do once or twice and move on with my damn life.
Maybe I should just, you know, write.
A novel concept, I know! Why just do something, when you can do it with a cherry, sprinkles, and a lit sparkler on top?
Sometimes I exhaust myself... I can't help but wonder what those around me feel like, especially on some days. (Insert apology here.)
Okay, let's begin!
Today's lunch was only slightly short of perfect. Quorn naken chik'n cutlets (no meat, no soy, yada yada) with julienned raw beets, sweet onion, and carrots then sprinkled with fennel seeds and raisins. I keep forgetting to bring home my dijon mustard from the fridge at work, so I dressed the sandwich (which was a whole wheat wrap) at work, added some herb salad mix leftover from last week (or something), and re-wrapped it up.
I love beets. (Maybe even more than kale.. I know!)
Moving on...
It could have used one or more of the following:
Tonight I am going out to dinner with a friend at Lovin' Spoonfuls, which is a highly rated vegan restaurant here in Tucson. I've been eager to try this place for quite a while, but always seem to forget about it when I'm wracking my brain to come up with a place to eat out.
I have a few ideas for upcoming blog posts that may or may not ever see the light of day and the twinkling of the internet. My current favourite will be about dairy products (especially milk... gross) and why Americans can't seem to get off the tit. I plan on saying that a lot throughout the post. I'm sure it's been said, but some things just can't be said enough. This may be a poor example, but it's all I've got and I'm generally too thoroughly exhausted to be more provocative than that. Or to publicly admit to being more provocative than that.
Maybe I should just, you know, write.
A novel concept, I know! Why just do something, when you can do it with a cherry, sprinkles, and a lit sparkler on top?
Sometimes I exhaust myself... I can't help but wonder what those around me feel like, especially on some days. (Insert apology here.)
Okay, let's begin!
Today's lunch was only slightly short of perfect. Quorn naken chik'n cutlets (no meat, no soy, yada yada) with julienned raw beets, sweet onion, and carrots then sprinkled with fennel seeds and raisins. I keep forgetting to bring home my dijon mustard from the fridge at work, so I dressed the sandwich (which was a whole wheat wrap) at work, added some herb salad mix leftover from last week (or something), and re-wrapped it up.
I love beets. (Maybe even more than kale.. I know!)
Moving on...
It could have used one or more of the following:
- apple cider vinegar
- julienned apple (Granny Smith or Fuji)
- vegan cream cheese
- avocado
- sunflower seeds
Tonight I am going out to dinner with a friend at Lovin' Spoonfuls, which is a highly rated vegan restaurant here in Tucson. I've been eager to try this place for quite a while, but always seem to forget about it when I'm wracking my brain to come up with a place to eat out.
I have a few ideas for upcoming blog posts that may or may not ever see the light of day and the twinkling of the internet. My current favourite will be about dairy products (especially milk... gross) and why Americans can't seem to get off the tit. I plan on saying that a lot throughout the post. I'm sure it's been said, but some things just can't be said enough. This may be a poor example, but it's all I've got and I'm generally too thoroughly exhausted to be more provocative than that. Or to publicly admit to being more provocative than that.
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