Mild spoilers for the movie Soul ahead: Everyone is talking about Soul. The Pixar movie, released Dec. 25, 2020, is the first Black-led Pixar movie in the company’s 25 years of making films. It’s been lauded by critics for its messaging and direction, as well as criticized for its depictions of Blackness, mainly the fact … Continue reading
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Writing Through the Depressive Lens
There was recently a themed writing call from one of my dream journals. It asked for works that feature or explore joy. Writing to a theme is one of my strengths, but I was flummoxed. The only take I have on joy is that I don’t have a take on joy. I see the world, … Continue reading
Internalised Ableism, Week 8: Ableist in My Mind
So, today, I decided enough was enough—I was doing the dishes. We have a dishwasher, so you would think it would be a breeze. Unfortunately, my particular injury makes bending painful, especially that halfway bend to load something above floor level. Then, in my infinite wisdom, I decided not to stop part-way through for a … Continue reading
Internalized Ableism, Week 7: I’m Not Disabled
Most of my health problems have been with me since childhood. I was diagnosed with a learning disability at eight years old. I acquired insomnia, anxiety, depression, and PTSD in my prepubescent years. I developed a repetitive strain injury at fifteen. Yet it was not until last year that I really felt comfortable claiming the … Continue reading
Sparkling in the Dark
I hit a wall a few weeks ago. Not a literal wall — more a wall within myself — one that had neither substance or form, but was strong nonetheless. I hit the wall so hard that I hurt something within myself. I had ignored the warning signs and pushed forward until the wall within … Continue reading
Spoon Stealers, Week 3: The Unicorn Who Farted Sparkles
I am my own worst enemy. I tend to spiral downwards when issues get to me, and I lose myself in the shadowy labyrinth. I know its walls very well and have wandered them for so long, they are a second home to me now. Looking back, I see spoons littering the dirt floor of … Continue reading