Twenty four years ago my father blamed me for his marriage falling apart. Let me warn you now, this post comes with heavy content warnings of abuse (all types), poverty, war, maybe suicidal ideation and sexual abuse, proceed with caution. A week ago my brain was so swollen I felt my guts churning into a […]
High pain levels, more bullying and struggling to sleep less than 12 hrs a day, my usual need is 6.5 hrs, the day started off slow until I heard we had some dangerous weather settling in. It’s 19:07 ET and it seems the danger has passed. Per usual, I also continually get unsolicited advice instead
I challenged myself to post daily until my birthday next week. That’s what the cryptic count down is about. At this moment in the heart of semi-hiding I’m wondering if I did so to avoid the one platform where I get more engagement, Instagram. It might seem off to you, why would anyone avoid such
I’ve been unable to record vlogs because of how dysregulated I have been feeling after my ex-therapist/ex-client put me in the financial crisis I am in.
Well, it’s Sunday night sorta Monday morning… Two o’clock in da mornin’ and I have now lost half a day of work… This time it’s the internet. The internet is part of the lease here. It wasn’t a choice I was allowed to make they just did it for me and hiked up the price,
