Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,630 Days Alive
2 Chicago Style Hot Dogs Eaten
1 Project in the Pipeline
I am trying to pry my brain away from this whole “homelessness is a reality and unhoused is not a nice word” piece I want to write. It’s not going well. I am absolutely hyper-fixated on it.
Continue reading “Of Hyper-fixations and Hot Dogs”
14,627 Days Alive
13 Years in a Transitory Environment
5-Level Purple Inbox Tray Assembled and Put to Use at Work
1 New, Upcoming, Well-Researched Rant
For the new or forgetful, I was homeless, couch-surfing, transient, or otherwise without a residence for a total of thirteen years in my youth and young adulthood. Bear this in mind when reading beyond this point that I have Great Big Feelings and opinions on things of this theme.
Continue reading “Of Understanding and “Unhoused“”
12,814 Days Alive
1 Cup of Sea Salt Caramel Tea Consumed
So I had therapy today. I feel like I’m emotionally through the wringer.
Continue reading “Tea and Therapy”
12, 222 Days Alive
7,193 Books to Read
3 Reviews Written
I’ve gotten farther on Baby Bubble’s blanket! Of the actual tree pattern, I’m six rows of fifty five in. It doesn’t sound like a lot, but you can see it starting to take shape already. It makes me want to create a World Tree crochet pattern at some point.
Continue reading “Slow, Slightly Productive Sunday”
12,215 Days Alive
6,754 Books To Read
14 Days Until I Meet Baby Bubble
4 Books I Need to Remember to Review
3 Frog and Restart Sessions
1 Entire Digorno Pizza Consumed
I officially said my final fair well to carbohydrate consumption in great amounts today. I start the ketogenic diet fully in the morning. Why?
Because I know I can do it. I want to do it. And for fuck’s sake, I am tired of being fat.
***Trigger warning for content: I am going to discuss my being a rape survivor in this entry.***
12,247 Days Alive
5,664 Books to Read
208 Books to Read for the 2019 Challenges
10 Nails Wrapped With Stars
1 Sad Memory
Question of the day: what small act of self care do you do when you’re feeling down?
I’m having a rough day, mentally. And physically. Just… sad and tired and run over by my damn menstrual cycle. Give me chocolate, hugs, and a gorram shoulder rub.
It’s been five weeks and I still feel a low-grade twinge of panic, of who died now fear, every time my cell phone rings.
