It’s finally time to sit down (or lie down as the case may be since I’m laying in bed while typing this paragraph) and try to tie my experience with Fruits Basket into a neat little bow. I don’t know how to explain the sort of meaning it’s held for me over the past year … Continue reading “A Gift Wrapped in Pandemic Paper and Offered in Pieces,” or “Meaning without Consequence: My Pandemic Experience with Fruits Basket”
TL;DR -- My update schedule told me to blog. I have pink hair. Graduated college again. Anxiety is awful. Random oversharing. I'm making questionable choices. Our house is infested by ants. My Husband and I have different emotional needs, and that's okay. My blog schedule says I'm supposed to update about my life today. Though … Continue reading “That isn’t funny at all, but it almost sounds like it should be?”
Panic traces the shell of my ear, whispers with its fingertips. It promises. Compulsion holds, caresses with the hands of a shallow lover. I still between.
I just... I wrote a post, a post with actual blog-specific topical content. I do run a life AND ANIME blog, after all. I thought it was good, too. Then WordPress lost my draft, and I lost all motivation to rewrite what I had almost entirely finished. It’s 11 PM—not that late—but I’m tired. I … Continue reading Having OCD during a pandemic is really fun
To preface this in case I have new readers, I’ve struggled with anxiety and OCD all of my life. I’m also a Christian, and there is this stigma about mental health in some Christian circles that I feel can be pretty powerful. Last night, par the course for my demons, I was /convinced/ that I … Continue reading “It’s about carrying on when all you want to do is quit.”
(If you came for my usual anime ramblings, this is not the post for you, dear readers. It's also probably not well written because catharsis and I mean, transitions? What are those?) My husband bought me produce. (You probably thought I was hopping on to talk about anime, enthuse over some new otome, or heck, … Continue reading Bugs are not burrowing into my brain, but it feels like it because of vegetables. (also, heath update)
I'm sharing because I really want to help. This is going to get painful, and I may regret it if my identity is ever discovered (please no) but I suppose you've been warned. And Husband says that no one cares to try and find me, so I'm trying to put that fear aside I favor … Continue reading Adding new letters to my labels. (Accepting a diagnosis of OCD)