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, still. Just on the sunny side of thirty-three when I started this newest adventure into my own health and growth. By no means am I some sort of saintly person with no faults. There are some out there that could no doubt run out of lung capacity extolling my misdeeds at great length.
But I am human. Just your average carbon-based, asthmatic, and creaky-kneed nerdling; I’m a bit of a bed hog at times, love cold, rainy days, and am longwinded to the nth degree. 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 nearly done with my Associate’s Degree. Unfortunately, the financial situation hasn’t allowed me to finish just yet, but it is a goal of mine I continue to pursue.
Our little household consists of me, my dear ex-wife, and our roommate who is technically my almost-stepmother in all but paperwork. We ourselves have two rescue cats. They are a pair of beautiful, bratty Bombays of varying size, mass, and literal volume.
I crochet avidly, craft a multitude of other ways when the brain gremlins allow. I write voraciously and read just as much as I can’t sleep. Which, sadly, is a near-nightly occasion.
I’m still finding my way, even at thirty-someodd.