Meteorologic Misanthropy #1: Smoke in the Office/Water from the Sky

Fun Fact #1: I haven't just been in a fair number of disasters. They tend to follow me. Think I'm kidding? At literally every job I've ever had, there has been a fire in the office within the first two months of my starting there. (I have never worked at a restaurant, a fireworks manufacturing … Continue reading Meteorologic Misanthropy #1: Smoke in the Office/Water from the Sky

Subway Sociology #8: Railway Acts of Baked Goods Generation

Starting a new job costs physical spoons, even when it saves mental spoons. My new longer commute has left me pretty drained this week. I did plan to post yesterday, but an unexpected situation on said new commute took precedence. Other people's stories aren't mine to share. So, all I will say is that, if … Continue reading Subway Sociology #8: Railway Acts of Baked Goods Generation

The American Dread

This time last year, I was about to go on my not-FMLA. I had pre-written a blog post about how to protest with chronic illness for the Fourth of July, and - as that is a rather date-specific post - I went ahead and posted that. But, while I certainly went to protests as best … Continue reading The American Dread

Stick with It

Sometimes I have a flare and want to save my poor swollen hands for work. Since I always write on July 4th, check back then for a full post! In the meantime, if anyone needs any encouragement this week: If my squishy can stick to the ceiling for a full 15 seconds through sheer grit … Continue reading Stick with It

Messages in a Bottle #14: If You’re a Poet and You Don’t Know It…

Traumaversaries are weird. I have learned that it is entirely possible for me to feel stressed, anxious, rejection sensitive and floaty for days with no overt understanding of why I am feeling this way - even throughout events that should otherwise be fun in present-day 2019 - because my subconscious mind still remembers what my conscious mind … Continue reading Messages in a Bottle #14: If You’re a Poet and You Don’t Know It…

Read Bad Books

Why do Targaryens make terrible stockbrokers? Their assets always end up in a fire sale! I am no longer sure I'd call anything George R.R. Martin writes "good." He burned some bridges with this leal reader with Winds of Winter. I finished a real-life Ph.D. with ADHD in less time than it has taken GRRM to … Continue reading Read Bad Books

Improv #15: Twitterpated

*Knock knock* "Who's there" "Hashtag" "#who?" "#whoknewTwitterwasoccassionallyuseful? Not me, at least not until today..." I do not take the full - or even the half - advantage of social media that a blogger is supposed to, so I can't actually add my contribution to the #AbledsAreWeird Twitterstorm on Twitter itself. I can say I have … Continue reading Improv #15: Twitterpated

Trust in Mental Health Treatment #5/Where’s Whoopsie #19: Ire of the Storm

The reason I am awake at 4am is below. It is also, apparently, in the papers (or, at least, the digital online copies of the "papers" since it's 2019 and I don't remember what any dead-tree paper looks like outside of my intimidating sketchbook...) I've been noticing an uptick recently in the number of media … Continue reading Trust in Mental Health Treatment #5/Where’s Whoopsie #19: Ire of the Storm

Offer What Light You Can

Content Warning: I began my Reality Journal on March 7th, 2018. Astute readers might realize that, if we are almost to the one-year anniversary of the creation of that journal, we have already passed the one-year anniversary of its inspiring event. I can somehow concurrently not remember enough details of that night because of dissociation … Continue reading Offer What Light You Can

Eek! Previews

Emotional flashbacks are tricky to recognize. You can become thoroughly caught up in the fight/flight/freeze responses of the past without even realizing you have shifted. And, even if you do realize you are in one, it can be tricky to recognize to what, exactly, you are flashing back. There are, after all, so many discreet … Continue reading Eek! Previews