I am back to write more about, well, my lack of writing. I mentioned in yesterday’s post that I had said to myself a few weeks after I got home that if I never wrote again, that was a fair trade-off for being alive. I stand by that, but… It’s hard. Before my medical crisis,… Continue Reading
Yesterday, I said I wanted to talk about my goals, but ended up talking about other things. I never got to my goals for my fifth year of life, so that is what I want to tackle in this post. I spent the first year of my re-birth adjusting to the fact that I was… Continue Reading
I’m thinking about the next step in my life. This is the fifth year of my re-birth, and it’s time for me to start thinking about what I want to do with my life. In yesterday’s post, I talked about how I had been given the miracle of life, and I was so grateful for… Continue Reading
Four years ago (September 3rd, 2021), I died. I was brought back to life and after being kept in a coma for a week, I suddenly came back to myself. I was high as a kite because I wsa stuffed full of drugs, weak as a kitten from my ordeal, but I was alive, damn… Continue Reading
If I could live in the ideal world when it comes to gender, I would not mind being a woman. I would be ok with being called ‘she/her’, and I would accept it as an incidental part of me. I would shrug and say, “Yeah, I’m a woman,” without it being fraught with so many… Continue Reading
I have one more post in me about opposites being true at the same time. Here was my second post about it yesterday, in which I wrote mostly about what it was like to grow up with an undiagnosed (likely) neurodivergency. Specifically, autism. It wasn’t even an acknowledged thing when I was a kid. In… Continue Reading
In yesterday’s post, I wrote about how two things that were almost the complete opposite of each other can both be true at the same time. My example was how it’s the social norm to greet each other with small talk. “Hello, how are you?” I’m good, and you?” Or, “Hey,” with a nod and… Continue Reading
One thing that tipped me into thinking I might be autistic is that I have always felt like an alien. I talked about it with an online friend who is autistic, and I said those exact words. “I felt like an alien when I was a kid.” At the time, I thought it was just… Continue Reading
I’ve been talking in the past several posts about my family, and here is something I rarely admit out loud. One of the reasons I get so frustrated when my mother goes down the negativity route is becuase it echoes the monkey chatter in my brain as well. I can ‘what if’ until the cows… Continue Reading
I’m back with one more post about family. Here is yesterday’s post in which I talked about how sad my father’s life is now. I feel a little bad for him, but at the same time, it’s the logical consequence of his previous behavior/attitude. It’s something I contemplate from time to time because my parents… Continue Reading