This blog started as a mental health vent.
It’s now mutated quite rapidly into one of my strongest coping mechanisms. I write and vent when I’m down or overwhelmed, still. But now, I post book reviews, blather on about reading challenges, recipes, all about my various crafts, and the occasional bit of poetry.
But, if you will allow me to be mildly reflective for a moment.
I’m young-ish. As I first write this about me section, I am just on the sunny side of thirty-three years old, which is when I started this adventure into my own health and growth.
Now? Well, in the summer of 2025, I turned forty! Not bad for a person who was shocked to make it past eighteen alive, right?
By no means am I some sort of a saintly person without faults. There are some out there that could no doubt run out of lung capacity, extolling my misdeeds at great length. I have lived and loved, cried and been accidentally hurtful. While I have grown as a person, I have also grown away from some individuals who I thought were going to be at my side at the end.
But I am human, nothing more or less. Just your average carbon-based, asthmatic, and creaky-kneed nerdling; I’m a bit of a bed hog. I love cold, rainy days, and am long-winded to the nth degree. The closest I have ever gotten to focus is the fact that I used to drive a Ford Focus. Oh! And I love changing my hair color.
I’ve got a list of allergies and afflictions that can make my leaving the house, even if only to go to work, an adventure in anaphylactic bingo sometimes. While I did completely drop out of high school, I got my GED back in ’08 and am working toward my Associate’s Degree in Medical Billing and Coding; graduation will be July of 2026!
Our current little household consists of:
- myself,
- my older, half-brother on my biological father side, Lucian, who I met online back in 2024,
- Lucian’s hubby/my new to me brother-in-law Brian,
- their two and a half year old, biting-inclined, rather spastic but softer than a chinchilla, tabby rescue named Benny,
- and my rescue cat, Spock.
Now, Spock is pretty much the center of my universe. He happens to be a nine-pound, slightly diabetic, grumpy, talkative, heating pad-loving, old Bombay kitty baby boy. This is absolutely ignoring the fact that in ‘relative cat years’, he is approximately in his eighties! Spock was a rescue cat and is pretty much the closest thing that I will ever have to offspring. Except that I didn’t gestate him, being that he is a feline, and I am (relatively) human. Spock turned fifteen on Beltane of 2025! Joyous gestational escape anniversary, Mr. Spock!
While writing seems to be the biggest part of my life, I also crochet avidly. When time and finances allow, I express myself via any available craft supplies or in a multitude of other ways. That is, of course, when the bastard brain gremlins allow. I write voraciously and read just as much as I can’t sleep. Which, sadly, is an often occurrence. I also love tarot cards.
I spent far too long homeless. This most recent move, which puts me at almost 120 moves. I think it’s been under eighty official addresses, though? I’m not sure. What I do know for certain is that the kindness and support of dear ones landed me back in the Midwest proper. Meaning that of the state of Wisconsin. Who knows what the next adventure will be? Not me!
I’m still finding my way, even now. Anyone have a map?
Updated as of 29 November 2025
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