Maladaptive Daydreaming: where wild minds come to rest
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Posted on December 6, 2014 at 8:42pm 4 Comments 0 Likes
I need help. My friend who works with me has convinced me that he doesn't have all the answers and I need to talk to someone who can help me better than him. The thing is I live in a small isolated native community and there is no help for me here. I leave town 2-3 times a year. Does anyone know of any online resources I could take advantage of? Or is there anyone on here willing to talk to me to try to find what's really making me feel like my life is worthless? At this point in my life I'm…
ContinuePosted on September 14, 2014 at 7:34pm 0 Comments 2 Likes
So I haven’t been on here for a while, no one probably noticed, but here’s a bit of an explanation for those of you who do care. Just over a year ago I accepted a teaching job on the other side of Canada. It’s in the north and in an isolated community. I am a 4-5 hr drive to a grocery store that is bigger than my classroom and I don’t have to spend a fortune on milk. Two hours of that drive is on gravel roads. Two weeks into teaching a student brought me a cat at school because her mother…
ContinuePosted on March 7, 2013 at 9:25am 0 Comments 1 Like
Here's an except from our book and a concept drawing done by Gethin.
I remember the day I pulled on my first Canaan kit. It was number 47, Alain Plante. It still fit Gabe, he just felt bad for me and figured it would cheer me up. It was the most perfect shade of purple I had ever seen. A deep royal colour accented with two golden yellow stripes striking through the chest. The number and Plante’s name were a crisp white on the back. It looked like it had never been worn before,…
ContinuePosted on March 1, 2013 at 2:30pm 7 Comments 2 Likes
A rising football star struggles with his professional and personal life when he is given custody of his dead brother’s twins.
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I woke up to the sound of the wind bashing the garden gate against the side of the flat. F***, I didn’t shut it. That ****ing dog probably s*** back there and I’ll tread in it. I rolled over and, forgetting I had fallen asleep on the couch, flipped onto the floor.…
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