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.
Can you even call yourself a lifestyle blogger if you don’t sprinkle in a recipe or two? I didn’t think … More
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.
A whole lot of words to say “do a half assed job of cleaning yourself and get to work because you can’t take mental health days every day.”
Two and a half years ago, I was a plucky librarian who had a simple dream to start a BookTube channel with my sassy, metal giraffe cohost, Clarence. When I sat down to film my second video I had no idea my life was preparing itself to become a cesspool for a few years.
Operators are standing by to ignore your phone call today.