The Truth About Me

  The truth about me is that I tuned in to Oprah’s Life Class for a few minutes today. The challenge that impaled my chest one minute in was, Are you addicted to your story? Impaled my chest? Yes, I’m a super-sensitive person so bristles sprang up on the back of my neck too.  Iyanla Vanzant kept saying to a woman on skype, “. . . that’s the story you keep telling yourself. What is the real story?” The truth about me is I love a good challenge.  I needed a lot of therapy to survive and combat the depression…

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On Humour and Mental Health

Status Update By Terry Gibson Just had to say: I use humour a lot. Mostly self-deprecating. Today — as someone who has been in therapy for over two decades — I joked about therapeutic issues. I mean no disrespect to therapists or anyone living with a mental illness. I have dealt with depression all of my life and understand more than someone might think. If I ever upset you, write me. Kindly and respectfully. I’ll gladly listen and give you a heartfelt apology. Finally, given my background, therapists have taken me from a selectively mute, self-hating and destructive child to…

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My Brother Steve (Written in December 2008)

Tuesday, December 2, 2008 Today is a relatively good day. I’ve been chatting with my brother on the phone and with another patient who befriended him and does absolutely everything to make him comfortable. You see, my brother has been in the hospital for about five years straight. Due to a brain tumor (or what I understand it to be), he is paralysed on his right side and has trouble with his speech, especially if he is over-tired, which he is a lot lately. I love this guy so much! He’s such a card. He loves making people laugh and…

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My Poem – “Hard” – Originally Entitled “Fourteen” – True Story

HARD If only I had known How tough it would be to be jump-started daily by a vacuum cleaner hose Cracked over my legs And Mom’s shrill tones Yelling, accusing. Frantic, I fall out of bed still shaking and sweating ice from being locked up Alone, last night in the attic. Hope crystallizes and evaporates I love yous and hugs do not exist Only the verbal machete, punctuated by blows from my own baseball bat. While somewhere, laughter echoes from A joke only I could not grasp. At school, peer pressure dealt me another nerve-grating punch Piercing and curious eyes…

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Denial

  The instant the enormity of your suffering, of your spirit deflating, Crashed  against Incalculable skies — I knew I hadn’t been listening.   Terry Gibson 1993. ************ The poems from this year were written when I attended UBC’s Creative Writing Department. While I was doing what I loved, my oldest brother’s sudden death–within one and a half years of my Dad–sent me spiralling into a deep depression. Given that, I’d love to hear from people on something. Do you see images in this? Anything? I’m trying to tap into my poetic self but am struggling. It helps to know that…

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Your Friend Always

I will be your friend always, no gaps, no forgettings. Not until the mountains are worn away and the rivers are nothing but sand and rocks, not until it thunders and lightning comes in winter or until it snows in the summer, or until heaven and earth are the same, not until then will I leave you. First century Chinese Friendship Oath.

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Naked, Drunk and Snoring

Really, I shouldn’t teach my Teika to take everything so literally. When I returned to my office, she was bleary-eyed and had the electric shaver out–ready to go for the bald baby look. That would’ve been so embarrassing! Had that happened, I couldn’t be seen in public with her. Fortunately, I didn’t have to reject my little sweetie.

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Pain: Don’t Interfere With My Vacation

Today I feel like a ghost who is destined to lug a hundred pounds of chains around for eternity. Okay. Not really, but I am that pale. Yes. I have had a bit of a bug the last few days. Exhaustion. However, I’ll power through it. I have books to read, write, and friends to talk to as well. Did I mislead you by suggesting my horseback riding in Tucson was on Leap Day?  Did I actually say that? Or was it inferred? When I saddled up in Arizona, it was August. Yes. We grabbed a cheap flight there. No. We…

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