On not writing, meta-imposterdom and being very, very tired.

My figurative anxiety toolbox was filled with tools for dealing with mental illness-y things that had no basis. Of identifying rogue emotions and coping. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘what to do when someone close to you dies’. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘how to cope when someone breaks into your home twice in a week and you’re home for the second attempt’. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘actual life shit that the whole world is effectively ill equipped to deal with and so are you and that’s okay’.

A Quick Update and Some Awesome News

Why, you may ask? Why are you an over-used meme of a dog sitting at a table surrounded by flames? How could you possible justify the use of an over-used, ancient dog meme?

Where. Do. I. Start?!