Today was the first full PMDD day of my cycle. I've been fighting off the creeping anxiety for a few days, but when I woke up this morning feeling like I was borrowing an ill-fitting skin, I knew the switch was about to be flipped. Fast forward a few hours and I was lying in the foetal position crying over Blue Whale statistics. PMDD is fun like that.
As I started digging around in my PMDD survival kit wondering which flotation device would get me through this round of depression and anxiety, I realised I had started to amass a lot of them. So, why not share them here?
Read MoreI’ve been saying for some time that I need to add another PMDD illustration to my shop, but I was struggling to find a new approach the subject. I had already explored how it makes me feel trapped in my body and how I try to see myself as a whole being, in spite of being split in two each month. Eventually, I decided that I wanted to focus on the conflicted feelings I have towards my body.
Read MoreI have wanted to write this for some time now. Picture me as the classic writer scrawling across reams of paper only to scrunch them up and throw them onto a colossus mountain of discarded words. I don’t know why I can’t get such a simple story written down. Perhaps it is because there is no way to tie it up into a happily-ever-after. In fact, there is no neat way to tie it up at all, no revelation, no satisfaction, no ending.
But I have to find a way to write it down because the deck has a name, and it is an important name to me. I am uncomfortable with people assuming I have chosen its name because it sounds mystical and arcane. I am worried that people will think I am being flippant about the low vision community. So, here it is in all of its messy, incomplete glory: the story of how the Blind Tarot deck found its name.
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