The tale of mental health in a burning world

“Wanna feel better?”, my witch asks me as she presents tonight’s options. Do we want to get drunk and risk a headache? Do we want to try out yoga again although we’ve never managed to take it seriously? Do we want to escape the last traces of reality by watching a sitcom and ignoring theContinue reading “The tale of mental health in a burning world”

There is no magic trick.

“You, me, a floral dress and a bottle of wine – I’ll love those night walks forever!”, my witch giggles over my shoulder… … And I blush, as I remember myself walking with my bottle of wine through sunset for most of the pandemic. Recently, someone asked me for a help with a rather personalContinue reading “There is no magic trick.”

A witching promise

I’ll come back. I’ll be back. I’ll come back to haunt you. “I’ll come back to haunt you, once I’ve drowned”, my witch sighed deep into our bottle of wine. We have not done this in months. I got busy with things which I had assumed would be easier but turned out to be aContinue reading “A witching promise”

About feeling too much

„This heart is beating too fast“, a cold voice states, and I would be laughing had I not been out of breath already. Life gets difficult when you are feeling too much. Or, more than the average person in that exact moment. Many terms we use to describe each other consist of a number beingContinue reading “About feeling too much”