I have PTSD. Can’t remember if I’ve ever talked about it, but yeah.
I’m also a recovered cutter. That’s someone who cuts themselves because reasons.
I’ve had clinical depression.
I have anxiety.
I have fibromyalgia.
I lost my younger brother to heroin overdose 3 years ago. MOTHMEN is soooo own voices in regards to sibling death.
and I absolutely cannot take another second of the bullshit on my blog. I just want to write books.
I could delete all the comments, but I feel, somehow, that it’s disingenuous. Besides, they’ve been screenshot already.
I do not have a moral obligation to anyone except my family of choice.
I live in North America, Canada, and until Frump manages to repeal internet freedom, I have the right and ability to follow and unfollow, based on my own judgment and preferences whomever I want to on twitter.
It’s 4am here, and I’m sitting here wondering if a person in another country that I’ve chosen to unfollow on social media can sue me for things other people have said on my blog.
My brain is echoing with static and I’m covered in a cold sweat from a panic attack. I just…
All I want out of life is enough patrons helping with a buck or three a month to keep me writing until I can manage to make it pay.
All I want is to write books, my experience of intersectional diversity and to speak out against bullying.
I figured I’d take some heat from the blog posts about bullying, I’m good with that, because I know my turf there.
I didn’t expect this shitstorm about something I wasn’t even involved in.
Yeah, shell-shocked… PTSD trigger…