Saved Up Brain DumpPosted: June 14, 2021 Filed under: Blogging, Health, Self Improvement, Stress | Tags: adventure, alone, depression, memories, memory, sad, worry 1 Comment
I’m not doing the best. I don’t even know what all I’ve told y’all, but there’s been a ton of cancer garbage and other health crap going on for the past three years.
I want to say that for the most part, I’ve adapted and overcome, but I might be fooling myself. Or I might be doing an excellent job, I just can’t see it right now because it’s a shit mental health period.
My guts hurt. I had colitis a couple of times last year, and I have diverticulosis, so it could be either of those, or something else entirely.
My brain is fuzzy. I can’t remember things like I used to. I can’t use words like I used to. I can’t make connections in my head. I feel like an idiot trying to make art anymore because I’m no good at it.
I want to do so many things but I’m discouraged. I tried to tell myself yesterday that it’s okay to stay in bed all day if you feel bad, that it’s okay to take a bunch of naps in one day if you can’t stay awake. Today I’m still in bed because it hurts, but I can’t believe myself when I say it’s okay.
My brain says I haven’t had surgery, so there’s absolutely no possible reason that I should stay in bed.
My brain is an asshole sometimes.
I’m dizzy and my head hurts all the time and my vision is going to hell in a hand basket. I’m worried there’s cancer in my brain now. I want to tell myself that’s silly, but is it really? I don’t know anymore.
I’m a huge fan of the “ignore it and it’ll go away” philosophy. I feel like that’s weird. I tried to do that with my adrenal tumor and they just found lung cancer. I tried to do it with my reproductive system and it just hurt worse and worse until they took it all out. I tried to do it with my neurostimulator and they had to take that out. Maybe I’m just not as good at ignoring things as I think I am. Except my own friggin mental health. I’m super great at ignoring that.
I plan so many projects and I want to try so many new things and then I kick myself when I physically cannot do them.
Sometimes I wonder why I keep trying.
I tried to take a cognitive function test yesterday and I learned that I can’t do the logic puzzles that I used to love so much. They’ve become secrets of the universe to me.
I don’t even know how much I’m supposed to feel like garbage with all the hormones that are gone and can’t be replaced and all the hormones that are replaced with pills and do I even know what I’m talking about anymore?
I don’t know.
Maybe if I start writing again things will get better. Maybe they won’t.
I do feel a little better after all this though. I need to go blow my nose.
I hope you’ve stuck it out this far, because I didn’t think to say this earlier. I’m not dumping this for pity or condolences. It is what it is. I’m dumping this so maybe someone else having a rough go of it won’t feel so lonely.
Life isn’t always peaches and cream; I guess I know that as well as anyone.
I got dressed today. On a scale of 1-100, getting dressed always takes me up at least one point. I can’t sit and put makeup on today though.
When I feel better I need to make an art caddy for these days when I can’t sit at my desk and create.
Yes, April, even though you said you feel like a fraud with zero talent, that desire to make art is still there. Maybe take that as a sign that you’re not entirely hopeless and uninspired.
Oh, I make notebooks now. I would love to send you a care package of tiny notebooks and art and who-knows-what if you want one.
I think I’m gonna go catch up on my collage fodder tutorial videos now. Thanks for being here.
Incidental SecretsPosted: June 13, 2021 Filed under: Writing | Tags: fear, kleroteria, memories, questions Leave a comment
Here’s my submission to Kleroteria:
Have you ever just...not told anyone something? Not purposefully keeping a secret, but incidentally? I’m sure we all have.
I don’t mean the massive kind of thing that your mind jumps to when someone requests that you “tell me something no one else knows;” I mean something that doesn’t matter at all in the grand scheme of things.
When I was ten or so, I almost drowned in the Atlantic Ocean. The current caught me and the waves crashed me around and around until I knew I was going to die. I didn’t, as you may have guessed, but I also didn’t tell anyone when I survived. It was summer, and my sister and I were with our father and stepmother, on our annual summer road trip to see his side of the family. It was some New England beach that I don’t remember aside from the heaviness of the water and the sharpness of the tiny grains of sand.
I kept the story to myself for over twenty years before telling my brother.
The needless secrecy of it has stayed with me ever since, though. Why didn’t I say anything at the time? I’d come to the conclusion that I was embarrassed at letting nature get the best of me, but now I’m not so sure. I think I just didn’t want to worry my father. I didn’t want to risk losing these few and far-between opportunities for, well, risk.
I was not an adventurous child. I was painfully shy, and I mean *painfully* shy. My mother broke her ankle once, and I was too shy to fetch the neighbor for help, but in those brief summer visits with my father, it was different. I was different. I learned to ride a bicycle, complete with falling and skinned knees and bloody scrapes. I made friends quickly and effortlessly, friends that I still have to this very day. I built odd things in my father’s workshops, and I drank gallons of water from pointed paper cups when I would go with him to the oil rigs where he did mystical electrician things.
And I swam in the ocean without fear.
I wanted to write to you about pain and fear and cancer because that is my life now, but when I finally opened this window and started typing, those things fell away and I remembered the weight of the water and my struggle for light and breath.
Tell me, what is a secret that you’ve never shared with anyone? How long have you been holding it tight to yourself? Do you want to let it go, or is it more comfortable to keep it? Let me know.
I’m Coming BackPosted: May 30, 2021 Filed under: Uncategorized 4 Comments
Remember a few years back when I won the Listserve? I’ve been invited to submit to Kleroteria, one of the Listserve’s successors.
As I lay in bed waiting for this headache and dizziness to pass, I decided to look up my Listserve post. Would you believe that I didn’t share it here? I could have sworn I did. And the link to the Listserve archives is dead. I probably have a copy in my email somewhere, but…meh.
Besides, things are so different from then. That was definitely a huge part of the pull to reread it, but still. It can’t possibly have any bearing on what I’d say to the world today. Could it?
I know I’m all over the place, but I miss you. I miss writing. I have so many things to catch you up on. We’re old friends, and it’s time to have that leisurely lunch where we reminisce and update each other on our lives.
So I’m coming back.
I’ll start cramming writing in my planner, somewhere between self portraits and mask Wednesdays.
Also, hey, what’s up, I’m still alive in spite of having even more cancers removed since I was here last.
See you soon.
New Year New Me AgainPosted: January 5, 2021 Filed under: Blogging, Health, Self Improvement | Tags: blogging, bujo, journaling, knife throwing, New Year, resolutions, tracking Leave a comment
Hey y’all! I hope everyone’s new year is so far, so good.
I have a ton of resolutions this year.
Last year I learned fake lashes and bullet journaled for the entire year.
This year I’ve lost count. But I’m going to post more, I’ve started a planner and a tracking journal, and joined a gym. Big plans, baby!
Microblog Monday but on WednesdayPosted: December 30, 2020 Filed under: Uncategorized 1 Comment
Hey y’all, I just wanted to drop a quick note wishing everyone a happy holiday season!
I hope everyone has a happy new year and may we all live in splendor in 2021. ❤️
P. S. Don’t waste your money on WW84, it broke my heart.
April’s 90s Alt Rock SingalongPosted: November 23, 2020 Filed under: Self Improvement | Tags: 90s, Apple Music, gen X, Megan thee stallion, music, playlist 2 Comments
Do you have Apple Music? I made a playlist.
It’s like a flashback to a local radio station from the 90s, but without commercials.
As a pizza driver, I listen to a lot of radio in my car, but not much actual radio. *grumble grumble* music these days *shakes fist*
I do love me some Megan Thee Stallion, though. She’s everything Gen X needed in a female rapper.