When I have purpose, and when I am working towards that purpose I am happy. The problem is that purpose is hard. I cleaned the cat tray today after nearly a week of avoiding it – gross I know – and I felt this energetic thrill of accomplishment and empowerment. I’d done something I had … More Purpose and Procrastination
Anxiety is not “I worry that people don’t like me” Anxiety is not “I’m nervous” Anxiety is not “I’m shy” Anxiety is choking, breathing fast because you’ve never been on this bus before and every second you’re on it is like drowning Anxiety is clawing at your skin until it bleeds because the … More Anxiety is Not
When I cannot sleep, When my thoughts predict and project, and terror of the next day takes ahold I will remember a shared bed, No space Your breath on my skin hemmed in And I will spread my limbs wide and watch as the sun rises
Can I be done now? See this game has no end in sight and it’s hard and boring and I’m ready to pack away my controller. I’m no good at games and this one is no exception. Let me pause, get a cuppa and watch some TV Before I tackle the next mission. The players … More Game Over
I don’t think I could live alone again. I first moved out on my 18th. The deposit on my flat was my birthday present, and I was so excited. No more sharing bathrooms or space. No more noise. Just me. My little corner shop job just paid the rent and bills, with enough left for … More The Flat
How I Disappear It starts with, “please don’t fight. I hate it when we fight.” Fighting is so integral that without it you are nothing like me. But you comply because he says, “couples shouldn’t fight like this”, all accusation, no room for negotiation. You learn that fighting is never reasonable, no matter what you’re … More How I Disappear
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