Megan’s Big Adventure: Roadtrippin’ to Austin

So as the title suggests, I’m leaving on Tuesday for a two day roadtrip to Austin, TX for ACLfest. I can’t wait. It’s going to be weird going to the States and not to somewhere in New York state. 
My favourite band Radiohead is headlining the Friday. I’m meeting up with one of my friends there who moved to California a couple years ago. This is going to be quite the experience for me.

Other than that, working TIFF(Toronto International Film Festival) was amazing. It was busy, exciting and I got to see a lot of awesome movies. I also got to spend some quality time with my friend Laura, her husband Conor and their sweet dog Merlin. I also managed to attend a few TIFF parties as well, it was a busy ten days.
I am also happy to say that my skin is finally almost completely healed up. Take that dermatillophobia! My mood has still been wishy washy but it’s finally getting to be more good than bad. 
Anyway, that’s about it . I will be writing more on the road as well and if you like, you can follow along on my trip via my snapchat, mmbris. 
Cheers!

Falling Behind with Blogging Again

Hello my poor, neglected blog. I know, I said I would write more, both personal blogs and some more of my poetry. I really apologise. I’ve been doing a lot of the soul-searching that I’ve mentioned before, reigniting my passion for learning new languages. 
I’ve also had to cut a “good friend” out. She said highly insensitive and horrible things – becoming what she always said she didn’t want to be, but always was in a way. I would wake up to numerous negative texts from said person and quite frankly, it’s relieving to not wake up to such negativity every day. After blocking her email (she emailed me eight times after she said that she wouldn’t open any of my replies), I got a breath of fresh air. Really. It’s astounding how much one person was weighing me down and how much she played the “My problems are worse” Olympics. I sort of saw it a few months back and I stopped reacting to her negative statements. 

Sorry for airing all of it for all of you, but I considered her a close friend who then used all the insecurities I confided in her against me. I realised through therapy sessions that this is a form of emotional abuse. Everything she wrote me, the constant blocking/unblocking on facebook, it was emotional abuse that I allowed myself to succumb to for a year and a half. 
I am working out as I had started in July and kept up with it, I am learning new languages (French, Irish, Spanish, German, Ojibwe) and I have reached out to volunteer with the organisation here in Niagara Falls that helps new immigrants learn english and learn the “Canadian way”, our customs when it comes to work and all that. I liked doing it last time so it will be fun to continue. Last but not least, I am a Front of House Assistant at the Toronto International Film Festival this year. I had volunteered for four years prior (being promoted to Volunteer Captain the last shift of my first year – something you have to volunteer for two to three years to earn) so I am gladly looking forward to this year’s festival and meeting all the brand new volunteers that my venue brings in (they’re my favourite part of the job).
Anyway, things are slowly looking up and for that I am glad.
Cheers!

Another Chapter

Hello. I should really write a lot more than I have been. I’ve had to move back with my parents, give up the lovely apartment I had in Toronto. Not being able to work because of depression pretty much blows. Moving away from my friends to a place I don’t know anyone in blows even more. So I’m back here. Not really doing much and have a little over a week to decide if I want to go through with the discrimination lawsuit. 
Anyway, to outline some actual positive things –
I’m relearning how to do menial tasks. Like doing dishes and such. 
I’m working out a little bit.
I’m relearning french through Duolingo and have actually gotten to where I am learning things I didn’t know (past level ten French basically). So yep.
Anyway, that’s about it.

Seven Deadly Sins

There was a poetry challenge that said to write a poem about the seven deadly sins, but you couldn’t name them. I took a shit and wrote four lines per Sin. Check it out below (and try to guess what order they’re in?).

1. With the swagger of arrongance
You walk in the room
Waiting for everyone to swoon
At your feet, all eyes on you

2. The shade of green you wear
Brightens to a rich jade as you stare
The pang in your stomach changes
From Jade, to emerald, to seafoam

3. The fire intensifies as you approach
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, they say
The sparks fly from your fingertips
As your subject cowers

4. You need to feed
And feed and feed
Feed until the harvests have dried
Forgotten and barren

5. The sweat trickles down your brow
The need to succumb to temptation is overbearing
Seducing, enticing
Entirely yours for the night

6. Carefree at work, carefree at play
The deadlines float by like driftwood
You have no care for them
Just let the others pick up your slack

7. Wanting and Wanting
Needing and needing
Why be satisified with what you have
When you can get more, more, more?

5am Wishful Thinking

Just in time to see the sunrise, yet again.

The UK left the EU, I got to watch it unfold all night on twitter and seeing reactions as people woke up. I guess insomnia is good for something?

Speaking of insomnia, I have to rant out a little pet peeve here. I hate when people can get a full eight hours of sleep, but because they can’t fall asleep until about three am, they say they have “insomnia”. Or if they can stay up until 6am, but then can sleep until four pm. That’s not insomnia, your sleep cycle is just inverted. When I say I have insomnia, I mean that I can’t fall asleep into a deep sleep and it never lasts more than an hour or two at a time. Then I’m left exhausted and still can’t fall asleep. Doesn’t matter how long I stay up, I can’t sleep for more than a couple hours at a time. I wish I could oversleep, I really wish I could trade.

Anyway, that dating thing ended up being a stinker. We’re friends now but that’s it.

I’m honestly in a position right now where I don’t know what to do. Do I want to stay in Toronto? Do I want to move to another province (read: BC or Quebec)? Do I want to go get a cabin in the remote woods? I seem to want all of these and I feel whichever option I choose, it won’t be the right one.

I read Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. Without sounding like a stereotypical “edgy quirky white chick” or what have you *eye roll*, I actually got chills reading that book. Chills because of how eerily similiar everything was. Substitute Toronto for NYC, I was supposed to be having the time of my life and depression crippled me. Or wanting to live both in the city and the country. Or always feeling like a disgarded third wheel when I go out with a friend because they get hit on and I’m left standing at the sidelines. There are a tonne more I read more similiar things, including the self harm on her legs to see if she could go through with slitting her wrists…the list goes on. I read a quick blurb on her and found out that she was born on October 27th and my birthday is the 26th. Not the same but still eerily close. I got chills from that too. Myself and a friend say that I’m Sylvia Plath reincarnated. Ha! The more I read, the more I actually believe it.

I guess that’s it. I’m still feeling like I’m falling backwards into a neverending black hole.

One Year Later

To Jenn,

I thought that if I waited and tried to write this a year later, I would know what I all wanted to say. Surprise! I still don’t, at least not outside of the regular clichés that people write about people who died. Yes, I miss you and yes, sometimes I feel the urge to text you something or I find a funny thing that you would have loved. It’s been a year and that still happens quite often.

Your funeral was lovely and you looked beautiful. So peaceful. Oh! I finally met Chike there! He was every bit as handsome and amazing as you always said. I know you had tried multiple times to get the three of us to hang out but it never ended up working out, one way or another. We recognised each other right away and he said to me “she thought the world of you.” I told him that she thought the same of him as well.

I didn’t find out about your passing until tomorrow morning, technically. I woke up to get a drink of water at 8am. I saw a text from your number. I remember not being fully awake and wondering how the hell you were up at 8am lol. You hated mornings as much as I do. The text was from your father. All he had to let me know was my number in your phone. I was numbed, in shock, I couldn’t believe it was real. I guess that’s typical when someone dies suddenly.

I hear Neighbours 2 is in theatres. Remember when we saw the first one and I was gushing over Zac and you were gushing over Dave? I remember repeating jokes from the movie with you for the rest of the night. I haven’t been to too many movies since. You were always my movie buddy.

Well, now I’ve gone and done it. Made myself so upset I can barely see the screen. I miss you.

From your “bestest bud”(as you always called me) Meggie

Bat for Lashes – Laura

Writing by the Lake and Dating with Depression

Hello!

I decided to walk down to the lake to do some writing and reading until it gets too dark to do either. I always come here just to chill and sometimes sit and watch the waves. I’ve mentioned in the past that I’ve always lived near water and how I find comfort in it. I saw this on tumblr and though that it was so true.

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Anyway, onto other things.

Well, as you might have guessed from the title, I may be venturing into the dating world again. Maybe. A guy I find attractive (and funny and smart, etc) is showing some interest in me back. This hasn’t happen in a long* time. (*Read: embarrassingly long time) Skipping over the embarrassing story, we’ve added each other to facebook and my friend’s telling me to ask him out. Now, I’m not a hugely shy person most of the time but I can be in this field and of course, he’s younger than me. (If you know me, you know almost every boyfriend I’ve had is younger than me.)

Now the next step is that I’ve always been open about my depression and I don’t feel ashamed as I know it’s a part and not ALL of me, but him being younger than me and all…well…I just don’t want to freak him out if things go down the romantic route, you know? It takes a very patient and understanding person to care for someone with a mental illness (I’m not saying he isn’t at all) because again, I’m still not 100% my “normal” self, although I am a lot better than I was a year ago. Hell, even a month ago to be honest.

I’m definitely not one to rush into things, even though this developed quite quick but I’m just taking it as it goes. I just haven’t had to confess (if that’s the right word?) that I struggle with depression before.

Anyway, that’s it for now. Why can’t life just be simple?