*trigger warning, discussion of self-harm, attempted suicide Fine Forearms I used to tell people that the thing I liked most about myself was my forearms. It’s true. They’re aesthetically very pleasing. They’re symmetrical, which is a win on the human approval scale right off the hop. We’re wired to like symmetry. I suspect that’s one of the reasons my nerve-damaged chin bothers me so much … Continue reading It’s Good To Like Yourself, Actually.
The Trouble with Change I’ve been struggling in my life for the last few months. I’m not so good with change, and I’ve had much of it this year so far. It doesn’t matter that some of the changes are good – aka adopting a dog – change is change, and my brain gets agitated and testy with it. I like my routines and ruts. … Continue reading Flirting With Alcoholism
I keep meaning to do things – write, vacuum, connect – but meaning to do things, and actually doing said things are very different animals. I accomplish much in my head, but not much in the real world of late. Productivity is down across the board. All departments are experiencing contractions, save one. Chocolate consumption is up. Chocolate bar consumption is actually way up, and … Continue reading Momentum drives motivation.
I’m stuck, and I’m not enjoying it. I feel trapped inside myself of late. I feel like I’m doing nothing, accomplishing nothing. This isn’t true objectively, but it’s how I feel nevertheless. Even writing things out and checking them off doesn’t help. When I start feeling paralyzed by inertia, it usually means depression has strengthened her grip. I’m also rage-filled and quick to anger of … Continue reading Chaos, Change, and Leaning In.
From Famine to Feast 