✧Artist✧ | ✧Textibitionist✧ | ✧Muse✧
I was hospitalized in the psych ward of the local hospital in March 2006 because I was literally psychotic. That was super fucked up! I remember when it started. My brother was staying with us over Christmas because he wasn’t getting along with my dad and my house was the best option he had for getting distance at the time…
I started using a new productivity app called Finch, that’s sort of a cross between Animal Crossing Pocket Camp (RIP *makes sign of the cross*) and Habitica (which is still somehow limping along in all its 2016 lameness), in that it gamifies to-do lists and self-care in a cute way. So far I really like it!
We were at Harold’s niece’s wedding last week, where there was a caricature artist, so we got our portraits done. Harold said to me “you could do that!” (not that I need another job, just that I had the skill) and I had to correct him because no I fucking couldn’t!
Have you noticed that the world is definitely different post-COVID? I mean, of course, how could it not be in some ways, but the changes I’m seeing everywhere mostly revolve around real, flesh and blood humans no longer being able to communicate, be seen, or be social IRL with other humans.
I took a mental health day yesterday, where I fell into old habits and slept all day just to “fast forward” through the worst feelings and did some reflecting on my 18 year mental health journey.
