Rumors of my demise
/… are greatly exaggerated.
Facebook thinks I’m dead today.
Since one of my recent posts was about mental illness I wanted to say hello. I’m actually quite fine today except the facebook thing.
… are greatly exaggerated.
Facebook thinks I’m dead today.
Since one of my recent posts was about mental illness I wanted to say hello. I’m actually quite fine today except the facebook thing.
Mostly because I just can’t get over all these rhododendrons (of all varieties!) here.
I've been thinking about this for a long time - and by "a long time" I mean close to a decade. I always want to say something, but I'm never sure what to say, so I think some more.
I guess the easiest way to do anything is to be direct. I have post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), which is an anxiety disorder. As often happens, the anxiety often calls its good friend depression, which is, you know, suboptimal. I won't go into the specifics of what happened or anything like that, except to say this. Shit happened when I was a kid. Nobody knew how to deal with it, so I bottled it for roughly 25 years. Part of the reason my anxiety was so bad for so long, is that I bottled shit and sat on it and didn't deal. I think that's why I want to say something. Sproglet Crafty was not prepared to deal with it, and I grew up in an environment where we Do Not Talk About Things! so, yeah. It's completely understandable, and now these are different times so there's less need to bottle shit up.
I got myself into therapy almost fifteen years ago. I've been open about the fact that therapy and antidepressants saved my life. I'm eternally grateful that I got lucky with the first therapist I called, and that the first antidepressant we tried worked well enough for me to stay with the therapy. There are a million other things I am grateful for, but I'm not writing a novel at the moment.
Anyway. I just wanted to say that if you're struggling, it's OK and you're not alone. I'll pop some links down into the end of this, in case someone stumbles across this and wants to click through. And to borrow Wil Wheaton's words - be kind to yourselves and each other, ok?
National Alliance on Mental Illness
Crisis Helpline - you can text this one, you don't have to talk-talk!
And if you like podcasts, The Hilarious World of Depression is one of my all time favorites.
I came to Portland a year ago. I like it here, even more than I hoped I would. A friend of mine described it as "the most Crafty town I know of" - and he was right.
It's really nice to be on the west coast again. It's nice to live in a town where I have friends. Truly, the only thing I miss about Durham is that I made some friends there and now they are far away. I like living in a city, and I like walking across the river to come home, and going to the weird-hippie-cool places and all of it. It turns out, I even like seasons a little bit.
So yeah. Ask me again in a year, but at the end of year one, I think I'm gonna stay here a while.
I hooked up my Instagram over there in the sidebar. I'm better about posting photos than I am about writing, so it will give you interesting/pretty/amusing things to look at.
OK in all honesty this is winter food. It's hearty, warm, and filling. But I am still finding turnips and parsnips at the market, so I got a bunch of root vegetables together and roasted them up.
Here's what I generally do.
You'll need
If you want to add some more zing, you can make a little vinaigrette and toss them with it while they're still warm. Sometimes I'll cut the veg more like coins or slices, and let them get a bit firmer and eat them like chips once they've cooled. Another option is to use your favorite spice mix in place of the salt and pepper. Curried roasted root veg sounds delightful, no?
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