Small Distractions

A short thought for today. Lately I've found that the little things I used to find fun are really just distractions. I don't mean distractions in the positive sense, like the breaks we need to keep sane. Mainly here, I'm talking about social media. A while ago I disabled my Facebook because of whatever feelings …

Dissecting Trauma

Recently I've been coming to terms with the fact that I, without a doubt, have a lot of trauma to identify and work through in order to form healthy and long-lasting relationships. To an extent, this isn't anything new; I've known I have issues for a very, very long time, but looking at it in …

Writing During Isolation

Today is a day to talk about what's kept my brain occupied for the most part: writing Asmodaios as much as I can manage. I have no one to talk to about this stuff regularly, and definitely not in detail, so y'all can suffer through it. While writing Asmodaios, I made it a habit to …

Community and Isolation

I don't understand how people can't spend any amount of time with themselves and have to constantly be in some sort of social situation.

Home Isn’t Home

Despite feelings of alienation wherever I go, I'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that home, for me, is not home and really never has been. It's a place of sadness and fear and hate and all kinds of negativity that unfortunately absorb. And with being home more often now, it's very likely part …

Thinking, Thinking, and Overthinking

Overthinking is, often literally, my worst enemy. Who is better to be one's worst enemy than oneself? When you're fighting yourself, it's harder to get support and harder to deal with. But that's neither here nor there. I'm not writing a fantasy novel here. Anyway, I'm often the victim of my own overthinking. In the …

Regression

That safety I felt with my friends is mysteriously and suddenly gone.

Authorship

Writing a novel in and of itself should be enough to make me proud...

Fear

Fear is the emotional response to real or perceived imminent threat...

Masks

I'm guilty of wearing masks. I don't like the term guilty in the case, but it is what it is. It's not always a good thing. 

Actually, I don't think it's ever a good thing. It is, at its core, lying. To yourself, to whomever you're wearing the mask for.