When my relationship of near eleven years fragmented (ostensibly) because I was chronically ill, rapidly moving on disabled, I was incredibly angry. So incredibly angry. Incandescent, really. But I didn’t know it at the time. I didn’t realize it until fairly recently, until all that suppressed rage came spilling forth from somewhere I never knew… Continue reading
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Halmeoni
Content notes: endometriosis, chronic illness, chronic pain, generational trauma. I watched “Halmeoni” by Kevin Jin Kwan Kim and it was heartbreakingly beautiful. Heartbreaking in part because for some years I was that immigrant who forgot their “native” language, but also because I couldn’t help but wonder what it could’ve been like, would’ve been like, if… Continue reading
The dream and illusions behind the pursuit of minimalism
The thing about minimalism as it’s so often shown to us, is that it expects a high level of privilege. I too, would like to be able to backpack my way across Europe with nothing but a backpack, but there are many things that stand in the way of that, least of all my inability… Continue reading
The princess of peas
I recently learned of dermatographia – in which pressure causes hives. Exhibit 94015444 of why I don’t trust many doctors: The Cleveland Clinic says it is a common and benign skin condition, then in later paragraphs admits that it could be a sign of an autoimmune disease. *insert katja screaming at the top of her… Continue reading