Welcome to my brain’s oven!

 

Good afternoon! At least, that’s when I’m imagining you reading this, because I do not exist from the hours of eleven at night to one in the afternoon. I’m on island time and my island is my mid sized row house on the outskirts of a New York City suburb, if you can call an hour away from the city a suburb of it, and I like to.

This is a website that’s been revamped from its old self. I started it when I was really mentally well, had a good go of it, and then I got sick again and used it as an unfettered and untherapized trauma outlet that was only halfway helpful to anyone going through something similar. The other half likely clawed at the part of trauma survivors’ hearts that still had space left between it and the Bottom, dragging it down, down, and I’m not proud of that.

So, here’s what it’s going to be now! Unless it’s in the Weekly Update, there will be no talk of my thoroughly emotionally abusive ex boyfriend or my other scarringly sexually abusive ex boyfriend. You’ll probably hear a lot about mental health, mental illness (fettered this time), executive functioning, my boyfriend, my friends, the Temple University Debate Society, my therapist’s advice, and things I wish my mother hadn’t told me, and not in that order or frequency.

Check in once a week- probably Thursday so I can include a Survivor on CBS reaction segment to every post for the next month or so- to hear what’s going on in my life. That’s the only regularity I can promise, but I’ll be posting other things, too, and no longer restricted to mental illness topics!

All of this can be summed up as: my boyfriend told me to get a diary but I love attention so it’ll be a public diary and my dad says I’m a swell writer so now I’ll push it all on you, the reader, to not only become a reader but to enjoy what I’ve now spat out while on FaceTime with my boyfriend who is playing video games, of course. He’ll [mightbeifIcancoercehim] be a writer for this site too, as will several of the guests that are still featured!

Anyway, check back on Thursdays and whenever you fancy for something new, and use the bar at the top of the page to navigate hastily and not always accurately accumulated sections of work.

All the love,

Knockoff Hermione Granger

“There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, “Morning, boys, how’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, “What the hell is water?”

  – David Foster Wallace

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