by Sharon Turnoy
It never occurred to me that depression might lie to me.
I thought it was honest to a fault — not sugar-coating the most cynical points of view, but rather rubbing my nose in the unadulterated truth until I was forced out of denial to face reality: My life sucked.
My beliefs about depression changed a few years ago. A therapist listened to me as I engaged in some negative self-talk that was, I thought, quite accurate, albeit extremely critical. I sounded hopeless, lacking in self-worth, and not able to foresee a happy future. …
I love the way you juxtapose your "real life" image with Terry the Superhero. What a terrific idea! I wish I'd thought of it.
But I'm afraid you will have to wait until Netflix finishes making the movie about me first.
I accept your bet of angina, fibromyalgia, osteoarthritis, bursitis, CFS/ME, hypothyroidism, failing kidneys, sleep apnea, GERD, sciatica, bilateral S1 and SI issues, rotator cuffs, and God only knows what else,
and I raise you hypertension (high blood pressure), pre-diabetes, hypothyroidism (my TSH has been up to the high 20's; what's yours?), tendenitis, spondiolysthesis, spinal foraminal narrowing, bulging and…
Thank you for posting this. Although I was suicidal off and on until I discovered SSRI anti-depressants, I was not a cutter, so I was never drawn to slashing my wrists as a way out. I got to the edge of it once--and it HURT! Ouch. Painful. I was a coward and used pills from then on.
But I've always wondered what enabled some people to rise above the physical pain and go through with it--either cutting with control or suicide by razor. …
Stories of the US exploiting others are not unusual; those told with such eloquence are. Thank you for an unusually eloquent and moving history lesson.
Breaking off an affair when you’re still in love can be an impossible mission. You are so torn that you don’t have the motivation to stick to your intentions. After all, you’re in love.
But the relationship isn’t good for you. It will make you mentally and physically ill, if it hasn’t already.
Yet, you can’t imagine life without him. That would be a worse hell than the one you are in now.
Finding myself stuck in this situation, I discover that the only thing I can think of to do is to manufacture an ending so awful that the…
By Sharon Turnoy
Bill Robinson, aka “Mr. Bojangles,” got an unfair and untrue bad rep that casts a cloud over his name to this day. It’s long past time to clear his name and reputation and give him credit for the “insurmountable obstacles” he overcame for all Black performers who followed him.
Born in 1878 and orphaned at an early age, Robinson made a smart decision to focus on his remarkable gift of dance as his meal ticket. He entered the field through the only channel open to him. …
Someone who knows me well dared me to come out to the world and reveal what a closet grammar geek I am. Usually, I’m careful to ensure that my interest in the English language passes as “normal.” I taught English and ghostwrote for business executives. Doesn’t sound too terribly nerdy, does it? Few people I worked for knew that when it came to grammar, I was the original grammar geek.
However, one CFO I worked with recognized my inner geek almost immediately. He was as much a nerd about numbers as I was about grammar, and he could sniff out…
My first experience of what I now know was depression occurred at the ripe old age of three years old. My grandparents were visiting, and my older brothers were joking with them. I didn’t belong anywhere. I remember the scene as if it happened yesterday. I felt ostracized, disregarded, unloved, and worthless.
I backed slowly and silently out of the living room, wondering if anyone would notice. Reaching my bedroom undiscovered, I lay down on my bed with my door shut. There, I fantasized about being dead and watching my family attend my funeral.
Depression is one of the…
by Sharon Turnoy
It is no longer the responsibility of Black citizens to educate White racists, even the well-meaning, unintentional racists (which I hope are most of them) who haven’t bothered to examine themselves yet.
It is the responsibility of people of white skin color to educate other people of white skin color, especially those with economic and political privilege on top of ethnic privilege, to put in the effort to trigger the self-examination that will result in a realization like this one:
Only if we all examine and acknowledge our own learned racism, not deny it, may we one…
by Sharon Turnoy
My father died of colon cancer when he was 67.
When my oldest brother learned that he had precancerous polyps in his colon, word went out to his four siblings: Get a colonoscopy. Now.
As awful as I’d heard colonoscopies are, they are nothing compared to the protocol the day before. You drink a horrible mixture that makes you shit and shit and shit until your butt hole hurts, and the only stuff coming out by then is liquid. And you keep on shitting all day.
It’s much worse than the colonoscopy itself. The procedure…
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