It’s been hell. Not even in the sense that COVID-19 is turning the world upside down, because let’s be honest that shit is extra crazy. No, it’s been hell in my head. I’ve never been formally diagnosed with clinical anxiety or depression, but I’ve struggled with both. That makes dealing with the anxiety of this …
I’ve shunted my stories over to story.carathereon.com for my on-going writing month(s), but I didn’t want to leave this space barren. You can go have a poke around there as I’m doing short stories 200-500 words max. It’s a way to not only jumpstart what was my seriously flagging writing, but also promote my Patreon. …
The last 24 hours have been trying for a variety of reasons. I can’t even conjure up a decent thing to say other than that I’m around trying to get a handle on my mental state. I keep coaching myself to be positive but that isn’t really working. I keep thinking a hug and some …
It’s there, that… Obsessive urge. Not the counting tiles and organizing my clothes by color, but the inability to let a thought or idea go. Must ride it out to its last possible position, must look at all angles, must examine it until I’m exhausted by my thoughts. It feels clinical. An obsessive compulsive disorder, …