I need to start trawling a wider net for subject matter, or I’ll be spending most of my time writing Instaverse about internet drama, and that’s not healthy. For now, I try not to be too preachy.
This poem, guys. This is probably one of the most important things I ever wrote. No, you don’t get to know why, it just *is* and that’s all that matters.
It’s been a week when, yet again, People on the Internet have been unreasonable. This will never change, and so as a result, I need to. It’s being worked on. For now, here’s a poem about it.
My daughter’s currently obsessed with a couple of songs about the inevitability of death, whilst I’m over here, just grateful to hold it together for another day and not look like I was flattened by a steamroller along the way. This is named after a piece of music which my husband considers samey algorithmic nonsense, but I find rather soothing. You can’t have everything in a marriage.
I am becoming acutely aware of the disparity of what I know is taking place around me at any given moment and how my brain processes this information. It’s a disconnect, and this is not the first time I have felt this way before. It’s another part of the puzzle which I’ll deal with when I talk to the mental health people next week. Until then, here’s the reminder that your eyes sometimes lie to you because they’re not fast enough to process reality as it happens…
Monday’s optimism was a little tarnished today, mostly because I forgot Rule #1 of the Internet: don’t let other people’s success diminish your own achievement. Sometimes it can be hard to be objective, and then you remember all the good work you have done and everything is okay again. Everyone started somewhere, after all. This is as good a space as any for me to begin.
Yeah. There’s gonna be a lot of mental health poetry in the next few months. Don’t say I didn’t give you plenty of warning.
There will be a series of Instaverse poems about Difference [TM] going forward. These will undoubtedly correspond with the latest mental health journey I am currently taking, and I’m looking forward to finding new ways of expressing myself as this will link in with Patreon changes.
Wednesday was National Tea Day, and with the amount I drink? Had to be done.
Anxiety is my nemesis right now, that and a rather significant sense of mental exhaustion. One is undoubtedly linked to the other, and are likely to increase in their ability to inconvenience as time goes on. This poem celebrates the day that I got my act together and resolved to sort out this issue once and for all… It won’t ever be totally fixed, but I can learn how to manage it better… and that’s where we are now. Onwards and upwards!