Welcome to the series "Grief Sucks." The word "sucks" in this context doesn't have the same meaning as in "Oh, that sucks". It's not the kind of "sucks" that's appropriate when you burn your toast, fail a test, or when Bob the Drag Queen wins RPDR (no shade). No, it's the kind of "sucks" that you use when a situation is so undeniably terrible, you just have to stand awestruck in the sheer shittiness of it. You have to acknowledge what a huge blow it is before you even attempt to go on with normal life. Yeah, it could've been worse. Yes, other people definitely have it worse. But this SUCKS.
Welcome to my new series "Eating Well is Hard" where I will mainly talk about how much I love carbs and dairy!
Okay, I'm sure my love for all things bready and cheesy will be mentioned often but in this series, I will document how I'm trying to be more responsible & health conscious with my food choices. Just to debrief you guys on my history with food, I'll mention that I've had many dietary changes throughout the years. I grew up in part of an Italian family where food was the center of every occasion. This is probably where the carb-loading tendencies come from. I was vegetarian for many years but I was medically advised to quit and I did (reluctantly and gradually) but I still don't often cook with meat.
"I want to start a blog," I told my boyfriend Monday night, "But not a stay-at-home mom holistic lifestyle blog. I want to start a blog for depressed cynics like me."
Hi! I'm Stranger, a 23-year-old psychology student and American expat with a passion for self-care and collecting ouija boards. Also a resident non-expert in living with depression and grief. Based in Cork, Ireland.
