A post about depression, and my experiences with it.
Identity is a very weird topic to discuss. It’s, at its very core, who you are as a person. This makes it a very tricky thing for us. (Yes, us.) I know Kori never really wanted to reveal the fact they have OSDD-1b with much flourish, rather as an off-handed remark. I think it’s particularly... Continue Reading →
Hi, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I do apologize for not writing more often. I lack the spoons to do so a lot of the time. This is one of those rare times I actually feel like I have the spoons—and something worthwhile to write about. I find it hard to write for this... Continue Reading →
Section One of part of my life-story.
For the second time in the span of two years, I have been rendered officially homeless. The first time was for the span of a month back in 2019, and this time is from now, until god-knows-when. I say homeless as well in the sense of lacking a permanent address. The first time I was... Continue Reading →