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Entering the (NEIS)Void

I recently learned about the #NEISvoid on Twitter, a hashtag for people with chronic health problems and/or disabilities to post under. It stands for “No End In Sight” It's full of everything from venting about doctors (such as in my last post ), mutual aid requests, and tips for managing chronic fatigue. I had seen the tag before, but up until now, I had never wondered what it stood for. I often saw it accompanying the DisabilityTwitter tag, which I occasionally use, so I assumed it had something to do with disability. After writing the above section of this post, I took a break. I then got a call from my doctor, who ordered me a heart ultrasound and a heart monitor that I’ll need to wear for 24 hours. The soonest available appointment was January 4th, and for only the ultrasound. My heart monitor won’t be available until February. They can’t give me a date for when analysis of both of these will be done. It seems to be that I have officially entered the NEISvoid. I’m hoping to f...

How to Write About Something One has No Memory Of???

Working on my manuscript/memoir, and I have found that some of these scenes are incredibly had to write. Having been in a disassociative state for about two months and not remembering them makes it rather hard to write about what was happening then. And a simple time jump can't capture what I want to show was happening then. It's definitely a good thing that I don't remember those two months, they were incredibly traumatic, but I wish I knew how to capture the feelings in my memoir. As of right now, I have a sort of "whirlwind" scene with a voiceover, but I honestly have no idea how I feel about it, I would love some feedback, so here's the singular scene to represent that time period: ACT I SCENE IV MOORE FAMILY HOME ANDY is shown hunched over a bowl, throwing up, a whirlwind of motion surrounds them, ANDY is heard crying as ELIZABETH and HENRY hug them, and the cycle repeats ANDY VO: I don’t remember much of the next two months, I remember getting fi...