Disordered eating.

[Clearing out my drafts. This one is from 2018 if anyone can remember that far back. Not particularly library based. ] Food is fuel. Food is energy. Food is life. Foods are given moral values, formed more often than not out of pseudo-science and communicated with the residual power of religious language. Feelings of guilt

Change Miss. Management

It’s been so long since I’ve been here that WordPress have changed the UI. And I’m using UI in a sentence, so I guess I’ve changed too. I started this blog to develop my career, to be a voice for mental illness in the library profession, and to assuage my own ego. And I still

Intermittency

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative Thank you Oscar Wilde for always validating my behaviour You know when you’re on the toilet, thinking about your career, and you go “Oh **** I have that blog”. Just over a year ago I posted about a restructure, some personal chaos, and the global chaos that

Revival

At the end of May 2019 the front-line team of two distinct roles at my workplace was restructured, leading to two to three months of panic, confusion and uncertainty. The restructure left me, personally, much better off, though the same cannot be said of many of the old team. In August, starting my new job,

One step at a time (a draft from November 2017)

(Present day interjection – why has this been languishing in my drafts for a year and a half? We will never know). To-do lists. Not everyone likes them, uses them, or needs them. For years I have used to-do lists as a crutch. They help me bear in mind all the disparate tasks I have

Another five months… (or, emotion sponges)

I have now finished all of my LISM modules and have chosen to do my dissertation over the next year, rather than over this summer, and the relief of this is inexpressible. The past year has been a (mostly undocumented) whirlwind. I have studied and completed various courseworks, I have done a course of CBT

Five months absence (CBT)

I haven’t written a blog post for five months. I won’t feel bad about it though, because they have been some of the busiest months of my life, and anyway, five months isn’t so bad. I used to create a blog, post twice, then forget about it for a year, so really, the sum total

Jean Rhys, for a moment at least.

I have spent a long time searching for my voice. Before I knew I’d found it I was told I was now speaking too much. I never know how to begin, until I do, after which I find it’s rare that I continue. I want to write about pain, and I want to find a

I am so tired.

Said everyone ever.

Social media and mental health: A ramble which became a call to arms

This is not a neatly formulated article. I can’t pretend to be giving any solutions or even any conclusions, all I am hoping to do is to get involved in and hopefully disrupt a little bit some current-ish pattern-ish thinking that may be happening amongst the vast web community of humans. The somewhat biased question