
Sylvia Plath and I had a laugh
Over cherry pie fresh from the oven
We discussed pills, bell jars, wills and the attractivness of covens
Then Virginia came in with tequila and gin
And gave a sweet, sideways grin
“Depression sucks,” we toasted, “good luck!”
And got ourselves drunk as fuck
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I am a writer of both fiction and non, an avid reader, a visual artist, a poet, an amature photographer, a feminist, and author of, The Adventures of Trefor the Curling Rock, a children's book about the sport of curling. Check out www.trefor.ca for more information about my book.
I have been coping with chronic pain, severe depression and anxiety, and grief for roughly ten years. These are my private stories and I am making them public because I'm tired of feeling isolated. My hope is by sharing my stories I will start to feel like more of a contributor to society again and perhaps make readers feel less alone with their struggles.
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