Photo by Anugrah Lohiya on Pexels.com Having anxiety often makes you feel totally alone in the world, like you're the only person who doesn't know what they're doing, like you're an alien hiding in plain sight, like you are every kind of wrong and there's nothing you could ever do to be right. But in… Continue reading Airports Are Comfort
This week has been one of the best and one of the worst. On one hand, I've completed something that I'm incredibly proud of, and I've put it out into the world. And on the other hand...I PUT IT OUT INTO THE WORLD! https://giphy.com/gifs/parks-and-rec-nbc-leslie-knope-10ABvIA9IM29tC That's the eternal struggle. I want to dedicate my life to… Continue reading Art & Anxiety
I've always been clumsy. I've spent a lot of my life bruised and scratched from knocking into the edges of things, and more of what I've poured into cups has ended up on the floor than in my gut. It could be a lot worse, and I've grown into an adult who is significantly more… Continue reading Grace
"Hey, kid, why are you so into all this macabre shit?" That's what my uncle asked me two years ago just about this, the spookiest, time of year. It really struck me for two reasons: 1) it's a very funny combination of words, and 2) wtf, for real @me "Why??" Mostly people don't ask me… Continue reading Blogoween Day 7 – An Introspection or Why Do I Love Spooky Stuff?
I used to do this thing in college where I gnawed on the inside of my lip. It created a bump, and I just kept fucking chewing it. When I developed the "anxiety bean" in college, I was dealing with a bunch of fucked up shit, and I managed pretty well mentally, but the physical… Continue reading Worrying
I know I probably come off as a pretty angry person due to these posts, and you probably imagine me yelling at people a lot in real life, but, Dear Reader, I promise you, I'm actually pretty chill. Some might even call me nice. Too nice. Nice to the point where I let people walk… Continue reading Things I Just Don’t Fucking Understand: My Own Worst Enemy
This is an older piece, but has never been posted here before, so I figured, what the hell? I am The Listener. You talk, I listen. What’s up? Nothing, nothing at all. It’s at the core of my existence, something I’ve done for as long as I can remember, Listening. I can’t imagine being… Continue reading The Listener