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.
Nearly three years ago, I met a boy who didn’t feel things. He was strange, and I liked strange people.
[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.
When the heart was too fragile for sense, I wrote a list.