In a year where the majority of us are nestling our germ holes away from view, the time is almost … More
I’ve crafted (then rejected) numerous blog posts, unsure why I couldn’t commit to any of my words. Social isolation and … More
Let’s pour one out all the phrases I’ve had to cull from my vernacular, shall we?
Since I’m an imaginary sea witch these days I figure I get to make up a cool job title for … More
How do you celebrate a birthday when you’re still not sure that it’s real? To be honest, I don’t know. … More
My entire life is enshrouded in dead birds, mice, and other small game. I’m here to make a stand and inform you all as nicely as possible I am no longer accepting new corpses at this time but I appreciate the thought behind the decaying flesh.
I’m currently being held hostage by my own creativity. Sure, I like coming up with idea after idea complete with … More
Can you even call yourself a lifestyle blogger if you don’t sprinkle in a recipe or two? I didn’t think … More
I wish this blog post was as funny as some of my other pieces, but today you get a sneak peak into how completely laborious finding a new job in a different field can be, particularly when you don’t quite know what field you want yet. Before my garbage memory permanently yeets the details of this week into the void, I’ll recap the steps I took every day this week towards my new goal.
When you spend as much time as I do reading self help books, blogs, and pretending to consult the stars you tend to think about intentions and how to fine-tune yourself on a constant basis. The problem with setting goals and creating resolutions much of the time is that what is suggested does not necessarily work for those of us struggling with mental illnesses. While mental illness is not an excuse to not improve, I resolved this year to set my intentions with compassion for my struggle first and foremost.