My weekly ritual for looking at the week that was. Let’s just state that since my life is full of hard stuff, all my logs will be late. At least for now. I started this log late last week and now it’s this week, so I’m logging for two. Because sometimes that’s how it goes. Every week I am faced with the daunting task of coming up with new words to describe my pain. I am at a loss for words, stories, metaphors. I am in excruciating pain. I cry so hard that my housemate overhears me and asks me if I’m ok. The answer is always “no”, but there…

My weekly ritual for looking at the week that was. I went to Paris for my birthday for 5 days last week. So this week’s log, though late, should be amusing. Or at the very least not as sad as all the recent logs. The name of this log, “Paris at Last!” is a reference to the “I Love Lucy” episode of the same name. “I Love Lucy” was one of my Dad’s all time favourite series. We used to watch it all together when I was young. A lot of my facial expressions have been “borrowed” from Lucy, thought I only noticed that when I grew up. Paris is…

My weekly ritual for looking at the week that was. Skipped-a-week Log. My Dad passed away. And there are no words. Dad passed away the week before this one. It was so sudden, and unexpected. Mum was in such shock that she didn’t tell me until the next day. 3 days later I was boarding a plane back to Buenos Aires, to spend a week with Mum and Brother. I don’t have words about this. I adored by Dad as few Dad’s have ever been adored, in a clean, true and uncomplicated way. He knew I adored him, we all did. I am glad I spent 2 months with him…

My weekly ritual for looking at the week that was. Skipped-a-week Log. But trust me, there were some seriously good reasons, such as Extreme Sorrow and Extreme Busy-ness. If there was a week to skip a log, this was the week. Onwards and inwards! I moved house. I actually moved house. I don’t even know how it happened, but all my stuff is in this new place, and not in the old one. There was so much rushing, so much work, so much tiredness I don’t even know how it got done. I got help from people, so gratitude for that. And now I live with my friends, and more…

My weekly ritual for looking at the week that was. Ever so slightly late log (ha!) and ever so slightly psychotic. Logging time. Did you know that psychosis can be triggered by severe depression? I had no idea, I *just* found out. Now, to be absolutely clear, I haven’t gone “psychotic” per se. Last Saturday I experienced an extreme and as-yet-unknown form of meltdown, that consisted of violent crying, yelling and vocalising without words, and swearing at the Universe for being an arsehole. I was aware of what I was doing, I was making a conscious choice to let myself feel whatever it was I felt, and to express whatever…