all things born must bend
Once more the venomous refrain comes to plague my weary brain.
A poem(?) about confessions.
Genevieve meets with Governor L'Amie alone, and a long-concealed truth is brought to light.
My every day is balanced on the knife point of panic.
In a recent post, I talked about how I've spent the last year on hiatus coping with anxiety and depression. I did eventually get some much needed help for these challenges, but with the ongoing strains of the pandemic, I wanted to share some of the stuff I've been reading, watching, playing, and listening to … Continue reading Media That’s Getting Me Through the Pandemic
So I've been on hiatus for... a while. I'm okay. I wasn't okay. But I'm mostly okay now. I've had depression and anxiety for a very long time, but there's always been a good reason to push it aside. To tell myself that I'll be alright as long as I keep moving. That I don't … Continue reading I am here.
Coming out of hiatus briefly because... however small my platform may be... I have the responsibility to use it for what is right. Everything I have to say has already been said, but what I want to focus on in this moment is: SILENCE. Don't be silent -- use your voice, your time, and your … Continue reading Black Lives Matter
(Click each blue response to see the truth.)
I am not an optimist. In fact, I am an anxiety-ridden pessimist that will imagine the worst case of any given scenario. One day, my husband said to me: "You know the worst outcome isn't any more likely than any other outcome." "Yeah, so? It could still happen." "So could the best outcome. Why not … Continue reading Good Things Will Happen