I’m also a mental health advocate and a devotee of early 2000s blogging. Here you’ll find updates on my writing; raw journal entries about mental health, creativity, self-improvement, and relationships; plus the occasional poem or flash fiction.
[Content warning: discussion of heavy mental illness and the pandemic.] As “the new normal” becomes a buzz phrase, I think about how none of this is new or normal for me.
Nearly three years ago, I met a boy who didn’t feel things. He was strange, and I liked strange people.
Day 8 of The Isolation Journals. A mixtape for five different memories.
Day 7 of The Isolation Journals. Remembering my last journal entry about meeting my inner child, I decided to meet her on purpose in my meditation.
Day 6 of The Isolation Journals. Something happened that night that I haven’t experienced since my active reiki days. Something mundanely mystical.
Day 4 of The Isolation Journals. I’m standing at a food stall on campus when my happy crush, whom I’d only ever liked from afar, picks the same food stall to buy water from.
Day 3 of The Isolation Journals. Today’s prompt is to write a travel entry from your own home; to explore your place of quarantine like it’s a foreign land.
Day 2 of The Isolation Journals. Sometimes you want to talk about your sadness like it’s the weather. It’s a damn shame but it is what it is. We don’t have to dwell.
Day 1 of the Isolation Journals. While the feeling is specifically rooted in the global situation, it stretches out, connecting to a much earlier time.
This is how I’m ending 2019: anxious, sleepless, irrational, a ghost of the girl who entered the decade. A lot of what happened this year was my doing, yet somehow none of it was my fault.
In the spirit of “actual” blogging, some November activities: reading, writing, witchcraft and SMW Manila.