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’.
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?!
Hello to any of my current readers – it’s been a little while since I’ve written anything, and that’s because I’ve been getting my life in order! As an unofficial NY resolution, I’ve promised myself that I will try things that I may have otherwise procrastinated on doing. If I see something of interest to enter or volunteer for – I’m doing it. If I see a writing competition, or a volunteering slot reviewing books; something, anything and everything that I have space and time to participate in doing, I’m doing it. So far it’s working out quite well.
A series of exploratory rants about Grey.
Gird your loins
Prepare your noses
Why am I like this