Just a personal update.

I’m at that point of my blogging journey where I somehow, in spite of my personal struggles, I actually manage to hit almost three hundred views per month and WordPress has been sending me emails advertising their paid plans. However given my own condition and the demands of my now Level 6 degree program, I…

Restore factory settings

When Term 4 of my university rolled around, I vowed to get as much work done as I can knowing that with my mental health my days of productivity are limited. That has unfortunately not come to fruition as my energy levels are shot and I am inexplicably tired these days (bye regular strength training)….

The rare unmedicated good night’s sleep

I had that rare good night’s sleep, despite having dreamt of suicide by coal briquette, sexual assault and my own film premiere. Funny how all this sounds like a contradiction, yet all of it is true. Truth is stranger than fiction. I was right about the hydroxyzine after all. I do feel refreshed today and…

Medical explanations, doctor’s edition.

Day 14/14, fluvoxamine. Tuesday. Good news, both my liver and kidneys are in good condition despite my past OD-ing during my self-destructive relapse in my teens.. I heaved a sigh of relief and thanked God for it in the consultation room. I was actually expecting the doctor to say there was a bit of damage…

Recurring bad dreams and an Ikea trip

Day 12.5/14, fluvoxamine. Sunday. I don’t want to have to take a lot of medications everyday, so I went without the hydroxyzine on Saturday night after having already taken it two nights in a row. It backfired on me, had a exhausting bad dream. It’s inconsequential to share what went on in the dream, however…

ALONE time. Unhelpful Christians, and suicide thoughts.

Day 11/14, fluvoxamine. Saturday. I need some space alone right now. I’ve been out all day and what I wanted most perhaps as much as a good dinner is time away from crowds. I went to Fantasy Desserts at Orchard Gateway after my creative writing workshop at Goodman Arts Centre wrapped up for the rare…

Service animals and brain silencers

Day 10/14, fluvoxamine. Friday. My mom said last night that if she were me she won’t be able to live. Medicated and unable to work. = no food on the table. Well it’s good that this health calamity is upon me, who’s having a semester progression break, and not her, the household sole breadwinner then….

Restless sleep, so many questions.

Day 9/14, fluvoxamine. Thursday. I did not have a restful sleep last night. I find it hard to comprehend fully what went through my head while I was asleep, but it definitely involved a lot of going about here and there, a fear of running into ghosts (a continuation of one of my past bad…