Heartache Rx

What's good for heartache?

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Welcome to my blog, Heartache Rx. A little about me. I’m chronically ill, mostly bedridden and housebound. Depressed, lonely, and bored out of my skull. I’ve been reading non-stop for over a year because I have nothing else to do and not much else my body will allow me to do.

In a former life, the one where I used to be healthy, I was a high school English teacher. I’ve been a secretary, a claims adjuster, a legal secretary, and so many more job titles that I can’t remember. I’ve been out of work for medical reasons for a little over a year now and it doesn’t look like I’ll be returning anytime soon.

I’m married to a very supportive and understanding man. I have five step-children. We have three grandchildren with another on the way.

I live in a small town in the middle of nowhere, although I grew up in a large metropolis. I don’t miss it, though. I don’t miss the smog, the traffic, the noise, too many people and not enough space.

I love books and reading most of all. I love sharing my favorite books and authors with other like-minded souls. I love poetry and music.

I just got a subscription to Netflix so my husband and I have been watching a lot of movies.

I’ve long believed in the idea of bibliotherapy (or books as a form of therapy). It’s helped me in the past and present. I’m intrigued by the idea of using books, poetry, music, movies, and other forms of media and creative outlets as a form of therapy. So I’m sort of using this blog as an experiment in that respect and as a journal.

The poets and writers whose works touch my heart are the ones who are real, raw, and vulnerable. They let it all hang out for all the world to see. It helps me to know that I’m not alone in my pain and suffering. Sometimes they said things I couldn’t find the words to say. Sometimes their stories converged with my story.

My husband will tell you, if you ask him, that I can’t keep a secret to save my life. I’m real and open. I don’t know how to be any other way. So that’s how I write. This is me bleeding on paper (or the ether world) for everyone to see.

Thanks for following along.