I am building up the will to discuss neurological issues and how I quit my job this week but also… didn’t… but who cares about any of that! NOT ME! So this week I’m going to focus on my new understanding of what people mean when they say you need to teach a dog what […]
Tag: graphic memoir
Halloween Then and Now: Weather and Resilience
OMICATS, everyone! It’s ALMOST HALLOWEEN! The gateway to the Western holiday season is about ready to BLAST OPEN! Here in Milwaukee, Wisconsin the weather has just taken a dark turn: And it’s fantastic. I’ve heard some moaning from others about the weather but this is Halloween weather. I would be so upset if Halloween occurred […]
So You Hate Reading… (Buy My Audiobook 🤷)
Have I recently mentioned my job is insane and it’s pushed me to the edge of some kind of breakdown? I haven’t ranted about it too much on here because it’s kind of thrilling to feel on the virtual edge of a nervous breakdown when not a single life is on the line. Not even […]
The Darkness
There are some nights – tonight and last night – where I think “I’m just going to bed. This day has felt too terrible too long and it simply needs to end. Here’s to tomorrow.” But then tomorrow comes. And it feels the same. My fucking IUD removal (or Mirena crash which many doctors deny) […]
When Words Don’t Cover It,1990’s Microsoft Paint Can
Words fail. That kind of thinking is detrimental for a blog. In any case, I think my logistics job is affecting my not-job-related memory, soul and verbal speech… or else… it’s not the super stressful job and, rather, the FTD/ALS is kicking in. I hope not because my job does not offer health insurance, and […]
One House We Will Not Be Buying 👻…
Hi there. Two weeks ago I didn’t know if I could continue this blog because I got a real job. And the last two weeks have been crushing, overwhelming and crazy stressful, and it’s been trial by fire and I’ve been thrown into the deep end but… I haven’t drowned yet. Yet. I’m slowly, painfully, […]
The World Has Lost Its Mind So Don’t Forget to Hollaback
Last week I read the local news headlines for Madison, Wisconsin (I live in Milwaukee which is like Madison on meth) as I apparently long ago signed up to receive these emails and rarely read them and… I honestly had to sit back on my heels and take a breath. Because it’s like the entire […]
Stigma: Epilepsy, Mental Illness and the Same Old Treatment
Reality is a fickle thing. If you don’t share the reality most others share, life is more difficult. Some people run with their “outsider” status and others fight to change and expand how their reality is seen and experienced. And still others do what they can to hide their different reality and quietly assimilate with […]
Hey Brain Wars Subscribers… Got a Minute? 😺
TOMORROW (THURSDAY 3/3/21) IS PITCH MADNESS! Otherwise known at #PITMAD. And I am once again pitching my graphic memoir WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU WEIRD AT PARTIES. UPDATE: Thank you so much for your help! Special shout out to Naomi, Gabi, Meredith and Jesse. Here are tomorrow’s pitches: #1 Diagnosed w epilepsy at age […]
Helping: A Dark Art
I’m one of those people who feels compelled to help other people. If I don’t feel like I’m helping other people, I feel as if I have no purpose. And this is why I often have had jobs which paid very little money because helping people is not what people do to make money. In […]
If I Was Rich, I’d Have To Get My Cardio Elsewhere: A Shoveling Tale
Milwaukee got pummeled by snow this weekend (church was canceled even) which meant the weekend was largely spent shoveling. I like shoveling because it provides me with cardio and the gratification that comes with putting work in and having it pay off. Immediately. Our apartment is on a corner so, as we are to shovel […]
The Bank Doesn’t Care If Your House Is Haunted
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A Prison of Possibilities
Welcome to 2021… in risk of overusing the same material, this IT Crowd gif perfectly represents how I’m feeling about 2021: Yesterday, I sat down to take a break in my Monday routine which involves doing last week’s laundry and the weekly domestic hard-clean of our apartment. I figure that, if I’m not making any […]