Back in high school, I fooled around in the storm drains winding beneath Mililani – these pitch-black, concrete tunnels maybe 15 feet in height and width. They’d often end with a sheer drop-off of about 20 feet in forested, rocky …
Category: Mental Health
Freewriting becomes therapy for the Sirens’ song of nostalgia
If you focus too much on the grass being greener on the other side, you forget to grow new things on the current side — in your reality.
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Breaking the Silence
Being deaf isn't easy. Nor is writing about it.
An Anniversary of Almost-Death, and a Dedication to Those Who Died
It was one year ago today that I slipped into septic shock.
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Strong in the Broken Places
Finding kintsugi to be a lesson in positive body image.
The Almost Not-Stabby Ides of March
Sorry about not blogging these past weeks. Things got tough for a while because of medicine side effects, which made it difficult to sit down and focus on writing. Nobody said getting a transplant would be easy, I guess! Here’s …
Post-Rebirth Thoughts
Note: I am writing this blog post in a café near the apartment we are renting in Haight-Ashbury. I do not have an oxygen tank with me. I do not have to fight through the fogginess of oxygen deprivation to …
