You guys. I felt like writing again this morning. It's weird. But I'm just gonna go with it. I mentioned some context surrounding where I am in my personal life in Episode One of the podcast, My Autism DISCO, and I'm going to reiterate and potentially expand slightly on it here because it feels important… Continue reading Fuel.
Tag: mental health
COVID’s a big, fat jerk.
Okay, first off, you guys wanna know something cool? Excellent, then, I shall tell you. This is what's cool: People are still reading my blog. Which, you know, may not sound that terribly exciting upon first glance, as the entire point of a blog is obviously for people to read it. But blogs are all… Continue reading COVID’s a big, fat jerk.
Explosion paralysis.
YOU GUYS. For the record and for those perhaps wondering: I didn't die. Which is maybe something I shouldn't joke about anymore after my dad's death last year. Maybe. I'm actually dealing with an epically fraught stretch of explosion paralysis, a term you're no doubt unfamiliar with, considering it's a somewhat nonsense phrase I recently… Continue reading Explosion paralysis.
Well. Fuck.
Friends, I've been putting this off for quite some time now. And I've been doing that for various reasons, but mostly it's because my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer on Valentine's Day, and despite being one of the fortunate few with an operable tumor that hadn't yet metastasized, he died unexpectedly on Easter Sunday.… Continue reading Well. Fuck.
And… Again?
Man, I really did set myself up nicely here. The previous post on this blog is about continuing to just start again (and again and again) after a failure. More specifically, it's about how I have tried and failed for years to keep a blog, any blog, going. But it's also about how I was… Continue reading And… Again?
Ware the Words 