(I honestly wish I was kidding about that post title) ((WHOOPS, I scheduled this for the WRONG TIME! My bad!)) what it feels like to fit i wonder what it feels like to fit i have learned not to make myself smaller but i feel too much for this world
Hi, I'm sorry this post is late. I would like to claim I planned it this way but in reality, I fully forgot to post last night. However, I was going to have news this morning anyway, so I'm glad I'm writing it now.
Last Tuesday, I was supposed to weed more of the garden. I even got up and went outside to do so, but something felt... off. I am too familiar now with my brain saying "something ain't right" and then suddenly my left leg collapses or something
Believe it or not, the image on this post is where I plan to put my vegetable garden this year. I want to grow corn, beans, and squash again, also known as the three sisters. I've gotten to be very interested in companion gardening. I want to learn
(Sorry this is late, I thought I uploaded this before bed last night but apparently the ADHD won. This is a prologue to something I've been mulling over for about two years now and just recently found the beginning. Enjoy!) He heaved, his arms and shoulders straining as
I had a seizure sometime early Friday morning. I went to bed on Thursday night feeling fine, when I woke up on Friday I had a horrific migraine. I get them usually on the left side of my head, but when they happen on the right side they're
The taste and smell of his people's blood filled his gills and nostrils. It was strong enough to be nauseating. It wasn't unknown for them to cannibalize each other when the fisheries weren't doing well, but the extent of this made him feel ill,
I'm very sorry about missing last week without notice. I meant to write something on Monday, which was naturally madness, so that didn't happen. As for why I didn't do something on Tuesday... or Thursday... It's a bit of a story. Let
I am no longer accepting anymore shit By this, I do not mean I am no longer shitting My bowel movements may not be regular But believe me, I would much rather have them! I may not enjoy shitting But imagine if I had to carry All of that shit
I didn't want to write this. I tried and tried to think myself out of it, but while I have other things I could write about today, other things I have been thinking about, other topics that dwell in my mind... I couldn't bring myself to
(in case you need a refresher) The Lock and The Key: Chapter 1Real ill writing from a real, ill writer.Orpheus Wren's WritingsOrpheus Wren "May I ask your name? Or at least what I may call you that I am capable of remembering?" Lane asked, peeking
I have PTSD. Fully diagnosed now, finally, and so happy I can finally get some help for it. I have been dealing with a flare since September and I feel like I am drowning in this tide. If I had to live with this, no sign of help in sight?
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“Name?” the bosun asked the man in front of Jeb and his mate Scab, the same as he'd asked the first dozen men, more than likely. This time Jeb was close enough to hear what was being said. The bosun didn't sound bored yet, that was
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Hi, sorry for the late post today! I usually set things up farther in advance but I've been battling the flu turning into a sinus infection with a touch of bonus bronchitis has left me with little energy for anything. For bonus "lol no" points, the
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What Can I Even Say? What do you want, what can I even say? It's a struggle right now just to breathe To remind myself they crave my hate It's the spider's spell they try to weave They want us to fight so they
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I have spent my entire week trying not to get pneumonia or bronchitis. I almost didn't succeed. There was fluid building next to my left lung, enough that if you pressed my left side I would cough uncontrollably, but not enough to show up on an x-ray (of
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Please enjoy these three poems from Taking the Long Road Out of Hell! If you like these, the book is available over on my Ko-fi and you can pay (or not pay!) whatever seems reasonable to your wallet. And don't give me that crap about "but I
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My found family nephew brought home a cold or a flu and I have unfortunately caught it. I'm not actually feeling too poorly, honestly, which surprises me! Poor Birb (the public name I use for my nephew) feels miserable. We've got a pot of Brotchan Foldchep
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Jesse slammed the door to him room, threw his backpack into the corner of his room, flopped onto the beanbag hard enough he heard a seam pop, then reached for the pillow from his bed nearby and used it to smother a snarling scream. He heard the swift approaching steps
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As I write this (this post will be scheduled), I have not yet been out of the hospital for a week. I want to write so badly right now, but I know, I know, I need to be resting. At least writing what I think takes no effort at all,
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Last Thursday, January 1st, 2026 for those of you in the future, I posted the first piece of Earth's Enduring Echo; "Sing To Me, O Muses", and I can just about hear the questions people will be asking already: Is this a poetry project? If it&
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Oh sing to me, O Muses, I pray thee Teach me the words I need to write
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Where do I even begin? For those who don't know me or aren't super familiar with me, I have a weird seizure disorder. NOT Grand Mal, the type that have you shaking and flailing and falling over. More commonly, I have Petite Mals, where the lights