Is mental illness a major story?


Consider yourself warned.

I’m doing a unit this semester called Journalistic Inquiry. It’s a first year unit and frankly the worst I’ve ever had the misfortune to have to complete – and seeing as I’m doing a degree that is made up entirely of writers, that’s saying something. I will definitely be writing a post of some description about it later on this year (probably when I finish it) so keep an eye out for that. Or don’t, it’s up to you.

Anyway. I’m one assignment off finishing the unit and never having anything to ever do with journalism ever again (THANK GOD, and I mean that). The last assignment is worth 20% of my grade and (I think) is due on Friday. I haven’t started it yet, but that’s ok, interviews are quick and frankly, in the real world (if I were remotely interested in being a journalist) I would have WAY less than a week to write the damn thing. As our lecturers keep saying. Because they think we’re stupid.

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Over The Years

Over The Years
By Gabrielle Rogers
(c) Copyright 2010

The dryad had been there since before man arrived.

In the early days, after her creation, the only thing a plant spirit needed to be concerned about was caring for the area surrounding her home vegetation. In those days there were very few plants in her area, so she usually stayed close to one. It was safer, especially after the dinosaurs came into existence. She lost count of the number of times she had been corporeal and almost trod on by the careless creatures. Secretly she was relieved when they disappeared, although the extinction of a living being was always a sad event.

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In this day and age, with the push that exists for “women’s rights”, it’s very unpopular to say that one is against what most feminists fight for. I will be the first to say that what feminist have done for women in establishing us as equal to men in intelligence and in ability is good. As a young woman growing up in the 21st century, I know that it has certainly made my life easier. At the same time, though, I think my options for the future are limited.
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The miracle of life, and the atrocity of abortion.

Nearly two months since I posted last. So much for my pledge to contribute weekly.

I’m going to post, in lieu of a lengthy one from me now, and article on abortion which I wrote at the end of my first semester. I hope you find it enjoyable, though it is somewhat lengthy.

I really have to stop reading English literature…

Anyway. Without further adieu, here is ‘The Death of a Child: An exploration into the practice of abortion.’

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It’s the end! The end, I tell you!

So now that the end of semester is in view, I’ve decided to sit back and reflect.

  • This semester, I have not failed anything (yet) so that’s better than last year.
  • I have had a mild breakdown.
  • I have decided that I actually can’t stand late nights.
  • I love Daryl.
  • One can usually tell how annoying a doctor is going to be by how annoying their patients are.
  • There is really nothing like a warm bed and warm arms to snuggle into.
  • God is good, even though it’s difficult to feel Him at times.
  • I need to start singing again.

Overall though, I think this semester has been a time of growth. Until my breakdown, when I backtracked about five years. Now I feel like a 15 year old again. Not cool.

Anyway. Enough rambling. Here’s a haiku to reward you for reading this far.

Like a river breathes life
but can be hard to live by
The Bible is good