diary

this was originally going to be my blog page and then i spent a day in a psych ward so perhaps these are best kept to myself. read at your own risk.

jan 18, 2026

finally moved my blog posts over here. forgot i'd made this page at all and the css is fucked all over from moving things but i'll get around to fixing it at some point (hopefully). i just finished reading casey plett's 'a dream of a woman' and my god. i love books that are collections of short stories and this one being about flawed trans characters navigating love and relationships and themselves...... tore me in half. i wasn't sure if i loved the writing at first, but it definitely had me emotionally hooked from the start. big recommend. i also finished re-reading 'wuthering heights' on the 5th. insane book. i want to watch one of the movie adaptations and fear (like most) what emerald fennell's adaptation is going to be like.

we're going on the almost 3rd week of this year. what can i say about it so far? idk. it's been alright, i guess? i've been sick most of this week which hasn't been pleasant. never taking not being congested for granted ever again. almost certain someone at my best friend's baby shower gave me the plague. reminder to myself to keep wearing my fucking mask everywhere no matter what. i also went with her to tour the apartment i'm praying to move into. i called the leasing office on thursday and they said they'd have an answer for me hopefully by the end of the day friday, but it is now sunday and still nothing. my anxiety has been off the charts awaiting an answer - it is genuinely my dream home. it's half a duplex and has an old timey kitchen with a GREEN sink and it has a loft area upstairs that i'm hoping to make my art/craft room + fig's space. it's more than i'd like to be paying in rent (in a perfect world lol) but there are so little options in this part of town. almost no options, rather. so coming upon this one felt like some sort of miracle. i really, reaaally hope i get the approval this week. our current lease ends at the end of february and time is moving too fast for comfort. i'm also hoping to start my new job by the end of the month too. i've been waiting for them to send me my assessment results paper since wednesday so i could upload it to apply for the final exam i have to take, but it seems no one is timely with email replies these days! (i have an insufferable love for email and am a chronic email checker - when i still had a smart phone, the majority of my screen time was just the email app as if there was ever anything truly important for me there.) i don't know. i just hope things move along in those two aspects of my life. maybe then i will finally be able to breathe.

yesterday i did our yearly holiday gift exchange with my best friends - one of them had me wait till the end to open an envelope that ended up being HER ULTRASOUND PHOTOS AND PREGNANCY TEST. surely i cried. i was in shock for most of the day. my one best friend is due to give birth in late feb/early march and now this! she's due around september and i am so sentimental. i love them both so much and am so happy to be a part of their lives. it's been 10+ years of friendship at this point and idk! i've been so full of love and gratitude for them since last night. i'm fighting off the feelings of being behind in life with a fucking sword right now. another dear friend of mine who i've known since middle school reminded me last night that neurodivergent people are on different timelines and i wish that reassured me that i'm doing everything at the right time, but it does suck a little bit to feel like i'm making up for years lost. the intersection of being trans and neurodivergent and making up for lost time, i suppose. nonetheless, i am genuinely excited to be a part of my best friends lives.

what else do i have to say about this year so far? oh. i've picked up yarn spinning. when i realized it was something i wanted to learn, i almost immediately went for a whole giant spinning wheel and opted against it. partially because i can't justify spending any unnecessary money right now while waiting to hear back about this apartment and what if i absolutely hated it? i ended up getting a basic drop spindle and learning that way. the hyperfixation took over quickly - it was all i could think about and everything i was watching or reading was about yarn spinning. even sillier, i thought i'd hate the drop spindle in comparison to a spinning wheel, but i love it. i'm getting used to spinning more consistent yarn this time around. unsure why i thought it'd be easier on my hands than knitting or any other fiber craft, but its not <3 it is so painful on my hands <3 i have to seriously start doing hand/wrist stretches and taking more breaks AND wearing my compression gloves. i know all of that. but it is so unbearably difficult to get myself to unfocus from a project once i've begun. i'm glad to be making again, but it isn't going to be sustainable if i keep it up this way. i technically have 3 different knitting projects on needles right now that i keep bouncing around between. two primarily. i'm trying to use ravelry a bit more seriously this year as well. apparently i've had my ravelry account since 2012 when i learned how to crochet/knit, but i've never logged any projects till now. i've actually finished some knit projects this year already! (maybe i'll finally have things to put on the fiber arts portion of my website portfolio lol). i've made a pair of fingerless gloves and tabi mittens. i finished the infamous petiteknit sophie scarf before last year ended and am currentlyyy working on the petiteknit october sweater (in the most beautiful yarns ever) and a pair of wool/cashmere socks. i'm trying to use up my yarn stash before buying any new yarns. i'm really excited to finish the october sweater and praying i have enough yarn for it because one of the yarns i'm using was donated to the library when i still worked there - 5 skeins of this beautiful merino wool/cashmere blend yarn. i started the 3rd skein last night and still have half the body to finish up as well as both sleeves and the neckband. i did the math to make sure i'd have enough but i think i'll be playing yarn chicken. i ALSO found out there's a way to knit sleeves two at a time (the same technique i'm using to knit up the socks!!) and am dying to try it out because i am in the habit of knitting one sleeve/sock and not wanting to do the other. i could talk about fiber arts all day truly.

i think those are all my thoughts for now. i might go to my best friend's grandparents house for lunch and possibly bowling with my middle school friend and his partner later in the day. feels good to do things after having spent the week doing a whole lot of knitting whilst being ill. trying harder to live life this year. i think there's a lot of potential for good things to happen this year and i want to keep believing that. i hope your year is off to a sweet start and that it continues on that path. write soon.

dec 31, 2025

after today, i am disconnecting this page from my site as a blog and turning it, i guess, into a journal/diary of sorts that can only be accessed if you know where to look (or just have a neocities page lol). either way, this hasn't really served the purpose i had for it as a blog and i want to be able to freely write about my feelings without fear of it falling into the wrong hands, i guess. i didn't write all of november and subsequently, all of december as well given that today is the last day. today is the last day of the year. this godforsaken, awful year. the mountain goats are blaring in my brain - i made it through this year and despite all its (and my) efforts, it didn't kill me. i am still here. truthfully, i've been wishing i could've slept through the last two weeks of this year and completely avoided feeling any of the things i've felt and all the reminders of how much sweeter last year's holidays had been spent alongside j. going into a new year still in love with the same person who doesn't share the sentiment - not how i pictured ending this year. honestly, i didn't picture any of the events of this year going as they did. and i guess having to remind myself that i'm not getting my "when harry met sally" new year's eve monologue is just becoming more depressing. i stopped having hope, making wishes, having dreams this year. up until very recently, i couldn't imagine the future getting better. no matter how bad things got in the past, i could look back and think "at least it wasn't as bad as being 15". and this year was that. i know all i've done is write about how bad this year has been, but i don't think i can emphasize it enough how desperately i've been waiting for it to end. not that i expect the passage of one year into the next to suddenly bring some sort of change overnight and to wake up tomorrow feeling renewed and happy, but idk. don't know if i'm making any sense.

i do have hopes and wishes for this upcoming year, though. mostly in relation to my art practice and hobbies. recently i've been obsessed with watching videos of people spinning their own yarn from wool and different fibers. my love for fiber arts, in general, was renewed when i started knitting a baby sweater for my best friend's soon-to-be baby. i've been trying to be realistic and careful as not to exacerbate my carpal tunnel again and burn myself out, but i also don't know when to set a limit till it's too late. i picked a sweater i'd started a year and a half ago back up - i have to finish the neckband and one sleeve and i am going to dye it because the yarn i'd originally chosen is not something i see myself actually wearing. i also started a pair of tabi mittens and finished one up yesterday. i'm waiting for this alpaca/silk blend yarn i ordered to come in so i can start this other sweater pattern because the yarn isn't quite up to gauge but it'll be my most beautiful knit yet. someone had donated the yarn to the library when i still worked there and it's a merino wool/cashmere blend. so that mixed with the alpaca/silk is gonna be SO cool. i'm a bit nervous though because i'm not entirely sure i have enough of the yarn for the sweater and of course, the brand is discontinued so i wouldn't be able to get more of the same one. i'll figure it out, though. i think that's currently all i have on my needles. i also wrote down that i wanna try filet crochet, mostly to make a table runner for my dining table. i may or may not start that today. but my yarn spinning supplies (a drop spindle, to start, and some roving wool) arrive today and i've been anxious to give that a try. in the new year, i also want to finish making the updates i started to my website. i kind of hit a wall because i'd re-designed everything in figma and was REALLY excited to work on the code aspect, but stepped away for a couple days just to come back and absolutely hate it. i liked the layouts i'd come up with, but it felt devoid of joy. and if nothing else, i started this website as a source of joy for myself at a time when i really couldn't find it anywhere else. the digital library has gotten 427 (as of today) hits and to think of THAT many people accessing this silly little archive i created is so heartwarming. i hope to continue adding more titles as we move into the next year.

currently, i'm trying really hard to finish reading wuthering heights before the day ends, but given that i still have about 150 pages to go, i'm not sure that's going to happen. i'll have to see how far i get. my goal for the year was to read 24 books and this is book 24. i'd have finished 24 if i kept re-reading stag dance, but of course i picked up reading wuthering heights in the middle of that and it quickly became my primary book. its taken me a little longer than i'd have wished mostly because it was written in 1800's english. (silly side note but to this day i get nightmares about having skipped most of the second semester of my AP Literature class senior year + the only book i thought i stayed around to read was the great gatsby) but i came to realize, i'd read most of wuthering heights in that class because a lot of the book i actually remember. weird lost memories. my sister got me for secret santa and among other things, she got me some books.... from the digital library! funny enough, one of them i had already read and have a physical copy of, but i guess never updated that i read it so she got it for me. out of 600 titles, her picking that one felt like divine intervention or something. anyway, she got me 5 books so those will be the first couple reads of the next year. she even got me a book i've been meaning to read for AGES but the library never had a copy of (of course) (a dream of a woman by casey plett). i hope to have more time for reading, especially more non-fiction. still trying to finish 'abolish silicon valley' so i can write about it. i've been wanting to do a series of my 'divine machinery' zine and maybe eventually have friends/other artists collab with their own art/writing about tech stuff, but that'll be something to come.

i guess i should note here that i moved - and came back shortly after. my best friend said nothing fuels me like spite, after having driven 14 hours from IN back to FL with just my stuff and my bunny. (i hope to never have to make a drive like that with fig again). but as someone who's never driven more than 3hrs one way in the same state without someone else in the car with me, undertaking a 14 hour multi-state roadtrip on my own was definitely something. i also hope i never have to drive through atlanta ever again. idk what was worse - the endless sea of fuckass cops or the 7-lane bumper to bumper traffic on the bypass. horrid. made me never wanna complain about florida roads again. i don't necessarily think being back has been much of an improvement and i'm still unsure if i made the right decision coming back at all, but i just couldn't imagine myself being away while my best friend is pregnant with her first baby. i don't know. i feel really stuck sometimes and the feeling of being behind in life is starting to haunt me. i know that's silly to be feeling at 26, but one of my best friends is having a baby and the other is getting married fall of next year and i'm just here. i am just here. trying to shake that feeling and just exist.

it is december 31, 2025 at 9:41am. i am sitting downstairs sipping peppermint tea (as i have tried to do most mornings lately). i am ready to say goodbye to the last 12 months. i hope the next 12 months and the days ahead are brighter and happier. for myself and everyone around me. for whoever reads this. i hope the days to come are sweeter than the one's passed.

nov 1, 2025

i plan on archiving old entries soon. i keep begging for a clean slate - in every part of my life i guess. i turned 26 on tuesday. things are not any better but i guess expecting things to change overnight isn't realistic. anyway, i turned 26. and i'm moving out of my house. it's been a long time coming and i think i put it off for as long as i could without i dont know. i put it off because of how afraid i am of change and how afraid i am of being far away from those i love again, but if i don't leave now, i think i will never get away. i've been saying i want out since i moved back to this state and that was 5 years ago. i can't put it off anymore.

i will be coming back to visit in january for my best friend's baby shower and in february for her sister's wedding. i think it scares me that she won't be a 45 min drive away anymore when i leave. i move out in exactly 3 weeks. i put in my two weeks at work today. i've never put in a two weeks notice before - since i used to get burnt out working at a place for less than 6 months and leave unprompted when i couldn't stand it anymore. but i've been here 3 years. and most of my coworkers talk to me enough to also know that i've been considering leaving for a couple months now. given the state of the world and my freshly diagnosed autism, i'm terrified of having to look for a job again. the friend i'm moving in with (hopefully temporarily while i find my footing) has told me not to stress it and that i need a break from everything including a job, but i don't want to burden anyone. despite how many times he tells me i'm not a burden.

i've been looking at apartments/houses online to rent up there and have found a few i like a lot. i've never lived alone and i am still unsure if it's a good idea for me to do so. my paranoia can get the best of me sometimes even while living with people. and having only myself to rely on is also.... a horrifying thought. not in a lacking support way, but moreso in a "i find it hard to take care of myself" sort of way. i understand why the psychologist who did my autism assessment said i have "level one support needs", but i think a lot of the support needs that i do have are made easier by living with people. i just fear ending up like i did when i moved to mass and my agoraphobia worsened severely. i'm grateful even now to have fig, for he is my reason for getting out of bed. i'm trying to think of the bright sides in having my own place - my mess will be mine only. the kitchen will always be available to me. i can decorate as i please. if i'm able to get the 2bdr house i was eyeing, i could set fig up with his own room or maybe set us a guest room for when friends (hopefully) visit.

maybe 26 will be better. kinder. i've yet to feel that, but i guess there's still time. i want to make a home for myself this year. i've been finding it really hard to find hope over the last year. maybe a change of environment really is what i need. maybe that'll make all the difference.

oh! i guess before i go - i got a tattoo! on my birthday! courtesy of my little sister. she gifted me a tattoo a few years ago as well (my st. sebastian one!). this one is the circuit board cross that i used for the cover of my "divine machinery" zine on the back of my neck and i love it SO much. it is the first tattoo i've gotten on my back and the placement is just right. my sister kept making the joke all day that i looked like an android now. maybe i'll take a picture of it to insert here soon. and i went to the salvador dali museum last sunday! they had a van gogh 360 dome exhibit thing that we did at the start and i surely cried. i love van gogh. however, the museum was FULL OF AI!!! there was different screens set up for you to take "ai selfies" with dali or talk to dali's ai voice and i hated it. AND I SAW PIERCE THE VEIL HOLY SHIT. i almost forgot that happened. the day after my birthday was the pierce the veil concert. they were incredible live and the setlist was so good. i guess overall my birthday week was sweet. i tried to spend as much of it as i could with my best friend which made it sweeter. she made me the most special diy card/gift ever and idk. i forget how much she loves me sometimes.

i want to finish all the zinetober projects i started. i was able to upload 3 here so far, but i think i hate the way my zine pages are set up and realizing that i SOMEHOW have all of them connected to the same css page as my art portfolio was not cool. maybe that's what i'll get up to this weekend. maybe. i guess that's all from me for now. here's to turning 26 - here's to (hopefully) better days ahead.

oct 18, 2025

man, shit sucks. if i knew this year was going to be one bad thing after another, idk. i'm exhausted. i'm trying to make up some sort of excuse to go home from work right now, but is being there ever any better? and at least i'm getting paid to be here. what a stupid predicament. idk how to express that i just feel Bad. i'm about to see my therapist 3 times in the span of a week and that just feels so defeating. things were supposed to have gotten better by now. things were supposed to feel better by now. i really think i need to ask to leave. i don't even know what to write that would make things feel less heavy anymore. i dont know. i cut all my hair off again. half because the impulse control was nowhere to be found and half because the feeling of my hair touching the back of my neck was exacerbating every thing bad i was feeling. idk what the point of this is. i'm just tired and sad and want to go. anywhere but here. anywhere but home. this would be easier if i wasn't losing friends at the speed of light or if the friends i actually wished to be around didn't live hours and hours away. i feel disconnected and alone and most of all, unwelcomed. i miss feeling okay. i miss my friends. idk.

oct 11, 2025

the way i can experience imposter syndrome while simultaneously experiencing severe sensory issues should be studied by scientists. i got my autism assessment result back and the verdict is in: i am autistic. i met all of the criteria for a diagnosis. which has resulted in a very strange and difficult week. the psychologist who did my assessment told me i'd probably have a lot of "what if i'd found out sooner? how different would things have been?" thoughts and she wasn't wrong. with those thoughts has also come feeling a lot more imposter syndrome than i bargained for. i sought out the diagnosis because i thought i was exhibiting autistic traits and somehow getting that diagnosis spurred a lot of "maybe she made a mistake! surely i can't really be autistic!" i say this all while struggling severely at work today. i got myself worked up yesterday over not being able to find my lino sheets for a block print i was planning, had to make an impromptu trip to the art supply store to get more, they didn't have the chocolate bar i wanted at the register, trying to transfer my design onto the lino was not!! working, my roommate brought me back the wrong chocolate bar from the dollar store, then i got stuck in a loop of knowing my hand hurt trying to transfer the design, but not wanting to stop which allllllllll compounded onto me waking up later than i should've for work this morning, hiding in the sewing room to avoid being talked to, working on cutting out the lino and pushing myself past my limits and exacerbating my carpal tunnel pain, finding it difficult to speak when spoken to, being way too cold, and all of my clothes feeling wrong on my body! needless to say, i am having a really hard time. every time i've tried to start something today i get almost immediately frustrated and unable to focus for more than a few moments. even this, i've tried to write twice. this last hour is dragging so painfully. my hands/wrists are in so much pain.

if my job wasn't making it impossible for me to take needed time off right now, i would've asked to go home early hours ago. i keep having to take pauses because my brain stops working at trying to form words. i really want to crawl out of my skin today. i've been trying to work on one of the zinetober prompts all day and just can't. i know what i should be doing when i feel like this is extending myself some compassion and not forcing what isn't working - but that is increasingly difficult right now. i'm just frustrated. and hearing myself complain adds to the frustration!

i'm trying to make at least 10 zines this month and i've finished one so far. i think if i didn't spend hours trying to choose the "perfect" font i'd be a bit further ahead. i've got a few in progress too. i made one for hayley william's new album for the lyric book prompt. i had to re-do the format of that one a few times till i settled on making it like an actual lyric book you'd get in a CD case. the fall out boy one is in progress for the fanzine prompt. the saw (2004) one is in progress for the horror prompt. i'm working one about my love/hate for technology & its current state that i'd been meaning to do as separate essays but i think zine format will be so much more engaging for me and what i want to say in it. i'm glad i found that zinetober prompt list - i think it's helped out with the art block i'd been having over the last two years especially re: my zines. trying to remind myself it doesn't have to perfect, it just needs to be done. or however the phrase goes.

perhaps i'll have more to say when my hands hurt less and i don't feel like a stranger in my skin. until then.

sept 30, 2025

four blog posts in one month? who am i?

i got a raise at work today and it has me reconsidering some things. the main one being whether or not i want to proceed with moving in november like i've been trying to plan or if i should just wait things out until the lease is up in february. that's still 5 months and i'm unsure if i can mentally handle everything i am feeling for another five months. but i also do not want to rush a whole out-of-state move over two bad weeks. (deep down i know this is more than two bad weeks and actually the accumulation of many bad weeks but whatever). there's just a lot of moving parts and i want to make the move with a feeling of preparedness and certainty (to some extent) rather than desperation and anger. idk. my heart still feels set on moving to * in february so i don't want to have this weird gap of time where i'm not working towards that or taking the steps i need in order to get there? too many thoughts. i just don't want to let things get worse over the span of the next 5 months and have my brain be in even more shambles and even more derailed by having to move on top of that. i guess i'll let it sit for a bit this week. sigh.

i truly think one of these days someone from county IT is going to come and punch me in the face for some nonsense i've done on my work computer. it's been at least twice a month now that i get a call from them because i've tried to install something that "raised a red flag" and honestly it'd be funnier if i WAS doing something to warrant that. last month they shut off my computer access to the network over some random website that never loaded and spent a half hour on the phone trying to get my access back. today's call was because i was TRYING to see if by some miracle i could get the .NET sdk extension downloaded onto vscode (again) to no avail and they somehow got a notice about me trying to do something with Python. the IT guy on the phone even laughed when i explained and said they just have to make sure it's not a russian hacker (eye roll) posing as me. highly unlikely and incredibly annoying to keep running into this issue after we've asked them to grant us administrator permissions for things like this. whatever i guess. needless to say, i couldn't get the .NET extension and now have no way to continue the c# course while i'm at work and not on my personal computer so i am (begrudgingly) going back to trying to learn Python after my single day of feeling defeated over it.

i also started learning a bit more about how linux actually works and am finding that interesting. i realized i was able to move my taskbar from the left of my screen to the bottom in ubuntu and i think that has eased my hesitance in exploring it more. i guess as far as media goes, i just finished watching the hbo docuseries thing about julius kivimaki yesterday. i tried looking more into him and things related to him, but unsurprisingly there is very little to actually go off despite how much was discussed in the four episodes. i don't find him particularly interesting or cool by any means (quite the opposite), but i think my brain is doing the fixation thing again and has me needing to know everything there is to know about something. autism assessment results in a week LOL. seems like the theme for this past week though, i've been working on another fall out boy zine and started rewatching regular show yesterday afternoon AND i watched sinners finally yesterday as well and then asked my roommate if he'd want to rewatch it with me in the evening. (he said no!) (if you haven't gotten to watching sinners, strongly recommending it. beautiful and fun and just so sick.)

my birthdays in less than a month and scorpio season starts soon enough. not sure why that is giving me this little inkling of hope and warmth as if the rest of this year hasn't proven itself to be anything but hopeless and cold. i think its the thought of moving where i actually want to and the good that will come from that. i'm trying hard to not let cynicism take over my true core thinking. it's been snaking its way in little bits this year and i am not a fan! mostly i just want the uneasiness i've been feeling again to dissipate and for my nervous system to feel sort of regulated again. i hate how easy it was for me to feel so derailed again!

i dont know i dont know! i wish work would go by faster but i also don't want to be home so that's a fun predicament to be in. i'll probably keep note taking on Python and pass the time. hope october is kinder to us all.

sept 26, 2025

back again. i never did get to pick back up on the last blog post, but i've got an hour or so left of work to kill. i wanted to talk about the digital library update + my silly realization while wikipedia hopping. but i think i'll probably wait to talk about the archive until i've written out the full thing i've been writing about my process of building it and how i've been keeping track of everything. my realization was that i somehow have developed an unintentional habit of ending up researching weird shit that is bound to scare me? i think i've always been this way but i'm reminded of when my roommate would go on family trips more frequently and being left to my own devices usually left me with watching those iceberg deep-dive videos but about scary shit that i would not watch under any other circumstance??? and he certainly would advise me against it had he been home. the same went for the wiki articles, i started off with just fun silly things and by the end, i was on the Uncanny Valley and MKUltra articles??? and then i wonder why i am easily frightened and paranoid. its the same thing as when i'd stay up reading creepypastas as a teenager despite how afraid i was. don't know what that's about but feels like a silly pattern to have picked up on.

yesterday i was home all day and somehow spent 7 hours trying to resolve my vscode/vscodium c# issue which just ended up with me booting ubuntu onto my computer in place of linux mint. i was finally starting to get used to mint so i'm a bit bummed i ended up running another distro, but it did (thankfully) resolve my issue so i can continue the c# course and get on with learning game dev eventually. i find it funny that i didn't pick up web dev/computer science related things until the past year or so. maybe i'd be further along if i'd picked it up sooner, but i guess i can't speak on things i didn't know. idk. ubuntu has been so far so good, though. i added a nyan cat theme to my firefox browser (maybe temporarily idk) and am still getting used to the taskbar being to the left and not the bottom. there's a lot of differences from mint and definitely from windows, but i'm sure i'll get the hang of it soon enough.

i keep finding myself typing and then backtracking as if to censor myself? censor myself for who? the inner critic strikes again, i suppose. i keep thinking about You Weren't Meant to Be Human and am debating re-reading it despite having finished it only a few days ago. it was just so??? idk has fully taken over parts of my brain. i picked up Invisible Monsters (my all-time favorite book right beside Stone Butch Blues) and it's been so fun to read for like the tenth time. it's so campy. speaking of camp, now that i've been made aware that there's a SAW MUSICAL??? i'm trying to plan a trip out of state for my birthday to see the show live. not sure if it's gonna be possible, but a guy can dream! since there isn't a new saw movie coming out this month, maybe this will be the next best thing.

i feel like i want to have a blog style page on here for longer/more personal entries. we'll see if i get around to that anytime soon. i'm trying not to let the "who cares?" monster in my head win. trying to remind myself that the things i have to say matter somewhere. time seems to be slowing down now. there's still half an hour till close. i don't want to keep going with the linux lessons i was working on (my hand is about to fall off after writing like 7 pages of notes). i've been considering transcribing my notebook onto a page here too. i've seen a lot of "learning in public" style pages that i always find to be so cool. it's fascinating seeing what other people are learning and how they keep notes of everything. perhaps that's what i'll get up to.

sept 24, 2025

something about falling down an almost 3 hour wikipedia rabbit hole. i've had nothing to do at work all day so of course that's where i'd end up. (i fell upon coffeeplant's wikipedia articles page and it was all downhill from there. i should probably take a screenshot of all the wikipedia pages i went through over the span of almost 3 hours. my brain is slush but learned about the ELIZA effect and that will probably come in handy for the essay i'm working on while reading Abolish Silicon Valley. (i really gotta get on with reading that more). i finished reading Joseph Andrew White's You Weren't Meant to Be Human. man. the last two horror books i've read have had queer, autistic main characters and it just hits so hard. i spent a good while of yesterday evening telling my roommate all about it. i'm supposed to be having the feedback session of my assessment on the 6th of october. whatever the result may be is looming over my head. anyway.

this past week has truly been a rough one. feeling very close to how i did in may and am not loving that. it's starting to seem like i'm going to be moving sooner than i would've liked, but for the sake of me staying alive. which i guess would also be my reason for choosing to move when the lease is set to end in february, but everything is hitting a point where it is just a bit more than i can take and still be well. idk. we'll see what the rest of this month has in store and then my mind will be made up. i know i wasn't meant to stay in this state for as long as i have and the thought of leaving is bringing up so much grief again, but idk. idk. let me move on.

its starting to get darker earlier and i am dreading every second of daylight i am losing. getting out of work in the evening and seeing less and less sunlight is going to do a number on me sooner than later, so i'm trying. really trying my damnedest to stay focused. and for fucks sake, can i please remember to take my vitamin D??

this work day has mostly been a bust since IT is useless and hasn't installed any of the programs needed on our computers and i've had no luck installing the .NET C# extension in my VSCode so the course i've been taking has to wait until i am home! which blows as i do not want to spend my time at home also staring at a computer! with the addition of them not installing much needed programs, the web development class i'd been planning for the last three months is likely getting canceled. whatever. i spent the first half of my day continuing with the full stack developer course i'd started and put down. i finally understand the css position property guys! crazy!

another thing i am picking up that i regrettingly put down last year is learning ASL. i had an episode (some sort of fucking panic attack? sobbing fit?) that led to me just crying and not being able to communicate why while locked in the downstairs bathroom of my house for almost 2 hours - and my dear roommate/friend just sat with me till it passed. i don't know anyone else who would handle me as kindly as he does in those moments, but am finding it more and more frustrating as i get older to not be able to speak. i say as someone who would give anything to not have to communicate verbally ever if the chance presented itself. so my aforefriended coworker/friend is taking it upon himself to also pick learning ASL back up. i have to make the time for it now or never.

i also finally published the updated digital library/archive page! yippee! i have more to say but unfortunately i have to close up shop at work. to be continued????

sept 17, 2025

what the hell. didn't realize it'd been 3 weeks since i last updated. much to update on, i suppose. i finished reading chuck tingle's camp damascus. loved it. am currently reading joseph andrew white's debut adult novel you weren't meant to be human. lots of feelings about that one so far. had the first session of my autism assessment on monday. cried before and after, lmao! almost finished with the updated digital library/archive. just have to figure out how to move a few things around (css position property eludes me still, idek if thats what i should be using), make a nested dropdown menu (currently have a regular drop down for the future sort/filter options but cannot figure out how to nest more options within them), make the dark mode toggle functional, resize a feeew things, and decide whether or not i want to keep the color scheme/design i'd picked. on the bright side, all the content is there, fonts exported beautifully, it is almost an exact copy of what i came up with in figma!!! (really surprised myself with that and am kind of proud of how much i knew), and (drumroll please) ITS MOBILE FRIENDLY! i have finally conquered media queries!!!!!!!! i probably won't shut up about it for a while, especially after having spent almost 3 days trying to figure out how to get the grid to resize for the mobile/tablet/desktop views. and i finally updated it with all the resources i'd been sitting on, so there are currently 600 documents for people to peruse and save once i finally get it up. i know it'll still be a work in progress and i'll have to work out how to make the sort/filter options actually work (NOT looking forward to that!). and last few fun things, i think i'm going to be switching over to Linux (Mint) as the OS for my laptop and am taking it upon myself to learn C# so i can then learn game development???? shout out to me taking it upon myself to make my life just that much harder for no real reason.

i had briefly started trying to learn Python yesterday before realizing this morning, it wouldn't be that helpful for what i want to do with game dev especially when i'm considering Unity or Godot as game engines, both of which use C# and not Python. (i know Godot has its own scripting language but learning C# will grant me access to both game engines, and i will probably end up trying to learn Python at a future point anyway). all of this to be said, i don't even... really play video games??? which i know i will probably have to do to study and get inspiration, but mostly this is me picking up yet another intensive hobby for the purpose of learning new skills and not really for the result that'll come with it. that isn't to say i'm not really excited for the games i will be building, but that's a long ways from right now. j. has even started doodling pictures for some medieval fantasy game he seems to think i'm gonna build overnight. it hit me sometime last week that with my persisting carpal tunnel and wrist pain, physical art has been harder and harder for me to make over the last few years, and how frustrating i kept finding it to be because i was setting out for some sort of end result while not enjoying the process. but with the more computer things i learn, be it ui design or programming languages or whatever, i am enjoying every step of it. (this has led to a lot, and i mean A LOT, of anger about ai "art" lately and feeling like what the fuck is the point but i am working on a writing piece about that and don't feel like going on that rant here).

also the amount of reading and re-reading i've been having to do about linux has my brain feeling like mush. i know that i'm probably going to go with mint as its said to be the most beginner friendly + my lovely tech friend also suggested i go with it/he uses it. i just want to make sure i'm doing everything correctly. i'll probably start the process tomorrow since i have the day off and want to go as slow and i possibly can as to not mess anything up.

oh! i've also started running. semi-inconsistently lol. i was on a roll for the first two weeks of this month - OH MY GOD. I FORGOT TO SAY I SAW MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE???? THAT WAS A THING THAT HAPPENED???? I SAW EVANESCENCE AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!!! WHAT A SPECIAL NIGHT!!!! can't believe i forgot about that. that was part of why i'd not been running as much as i would've liked last week. i had to get my baby bunny neutered (i cried that whole day too lmao) and then had to work the rest of the week and leave early saturday for the concert, got home at almost 2am, and have been exhausted until just about this morning when i finally pushed myself to go to the gym. not sure if i love/hate going to the gym before work yet, but it was empty so that's a plus. since i wouldn't shut up about fearing i was going to get a bloodclot or have my muscles atrophy (clearly i have a flair for the dramatic) from being glued to a chair every day at work, i got around to asking my friend who recently did a triathalon (he is the coolest ever) how he'd gotten started running. especially because i don't know when to quit and was going to end up with some sort of injury before i even started. he told me about some different 5k training programs so i'm trying really, reaaally hard to stick to that. it's also been helping because i've also gotten back into stretching and weight lifting at the same time so i'm not pushing myself too hard with any one thing. the program is supposed to be 9 weeks so if i stick with it, i would be able to hypothetically run a 5k by my birthday. crazy.

the number of parentheses i've written in this is a bit ridiculous. i should probably get back to this C# course (freecodecamp, my beloved). maybe by next update the digital library shall be up. despite how much this year has fucking sucked, i'm really glad i'm finding joy in what little ways i've been able to. may that continue (for you as well).

aug 26, 2025

my wrist still hurts. typing is NOT helping. but for the life of me i cannot focus on the book i'm trying to read. i should see someone about my wrist. anyway.

i am yet again trying to make the time go by faster at work. i've been reading a lot of queer horror books lately. i really have to get around to updating my book log soon, but for now, i guess i'll just list them here. (note to self to work on book log whenever my wrist recovers). if ever my wrist recovers. the books i've been reading this month are as follows:

  • manhunt by gretchen felker-martin, aug 4
  • cuckoo by gretchen felker-martin, aug 16
  • rest stop by nat cassidy, aug 22
  • chasers by eve harms, aug 24
  • brainwyrms by alison rumfitt, aug 25
i'm currently reading alison rumfitt's tell me i'm worthless and gretchen felker-martin's newest book black flame. i also have chuck tingle's camp damascus in queue and after much hesitation, mona awad's bunny is also in queue. i've missed devouring books like this. i need to pace myself though. i really wish my library/job had more of the books i'm interested in. i pre-ordered andrew joseph white's you weren't meant to be human and ordered wendy liu's abolish silicon valley. throwing in some non-fiction to offset the amount of horror i've been reading. finishing brainwyrms really did a number on me yesterday. hadn't realized there were content warnings in books until i started heavily reading horror + that one having one recommending the reader take a break in the middle of it..... incredibly necessary. it was so well written and genuinely an enjoyable book, but simultaneously i don't think a book has ever made me feel so horrible???? not sure how that's possible but idk. chasers, too. maybe because that one was more realistic in its horror? whereas brainwyrms was body horror and idk. the realistic aspects of it were heavy. definitely not a book i'd ever recommend or even re-read probably, but it was good. idk. an honorable mention that i read earlier in the year was torrey peter's stag dance. loved her novellas and other novel, but stag dance was just SO good.

i really wish work was going by faster. i really wish my wrist didn't hurt (i say while surely worsening it as i type this). i really wish i could focus on what i'm reading. idk. i've started weight lifting again. my body definitely feels it. the other day i was feeling a lot of grief about experiencing body pain again. in a way that i hadn't in a while. between getting my period (hrt i miss you) and my wrist pain - idk. i wanted to work on art that day and not being able to even sketch a bit on the tablet sucked. i'm supposed to find out on sunday if i got into the artist residency i applied to and that just adds to the grief. how am i supposed to participate in the things i enjoy if i am always experiencing some sort of pain? especially now in my hands? i know at some point i'll have to get it checked out, but trying to explain to any professional that i'm in pain always feels like a deadend. maybe i've just experienced bad doctors in recent years.

i should probably get to a stopping point before i make it even worse. maybe i'l be able to get through some more reading. i guess those are today's thoughts.

aug 23, 2025

i should definitely not be typing with the way my wrist has felt the last 3? 4? days but there is fuckall to do at work aside from stare at this screen so might as well try to make the time go by a bit faster. nto sure what i did to my wrist aside probably excessive typing but the nerves in it feel fucked lmao. i've made no progress on the digital library this week with my wrist feeling like this. work is dragging this week, too.

every day it's hitting me more and more that i would like to move out of this cursed state when the lease ends. i can't picture myself being happy here. i haven't been happy here. idk. i'm just starting to feel more and more disconnected from everyone as the time goes on. people are having kids and getting engaged and i'm here still having nightmares about a person who doesn't love me back. whatever.

i fell into a reading slump this week not having my books come in before i finished cuckoo. and it seems like this weekend will be more of the same. i thought my copy of gretchen felker-martin's new book black flame had gotten delivered, but it was the copy of stag dance. and i got my copy of cuckoo and chasers yesterday, but cuckoo i got to annotate since i'd finished reading a library copy and chasers is only 145 pages and i'm on page 95. sigh. i also finished reading nat cassidy's rest stop yesterday. super gross and gory and ridiculous. it was also about 100 pages so i finished it within a couple hours at work. i didn't expect chasers to be so short, but so far i'm enjoying the story. hopefully black flame is a bit longer and i won't finish it so fast. i made a list of a bunch of queer horror books i want to get through over the next few months, but i'm either gonna have to order them or get them sent as ILL's because somehow i work at a library that has not a single book i want to read.

i finally posted my "30 days no smartphone" thing on substack. perhaps i'll insert it onto this blog page. not having a smart phone has been great and i can't imagine going back to having one. my nokia is here to stay! hopefully having more time on my hands will force me to make more physical art. well. maybe when my wrist recovers. blows that all of my hobbies are just contributing to my damn carpal tunnel. typing this is honestly getting more painful as the time goes so i'm gonna just pull up allison rumfitt's brainwyrms and try to make some progress on it. (started it yesterday, feeling meh about it but this last hour and a half will be the death of me if i don't do something).

aug 15, 2025

didn't realize so much time had passed since i last updated the blog. oops. i guess i'll start with some silly things. i finished reading gretchen felker-martin's manhunt at the start of this month and loved every single second of it. i'm not usually one for reading horror (at least not since reading creepypastas and the like in middle school), but i guess her books have reignited that love. i started cuckoo shortly after and found out she had released a book on the 5th of august and immediately put it on hold at work. it's still on order so i'm impatiently waiting for that to come in so i can start it as soon as i finish cuckoo. love me a fucked up weird read by a trans writer. cuckoo has been a rollercoaster and the part III hasn't been holding my attention as much as the rest of the book, but i do think i'm gonna end up buying a copy of it to re-read and annotate at a later time because it's overall a really great book. also found out that she has her first 3 novels on her gumroad so i WILL be purchasing those when i'm done with my queue of books. i think it's nice that i've started reading horror again as we're nearing fall and it got me out of my reading slump.

now for the more exciting matter of business. for the last couple months, i'd been thinking about re-doing the format and style of the digital library/archive. i briefly mentioned it in the last? post or the time before. i started working on the re-do around the 7th of july as far as the actual coding goes. which was probably a really backwards way of doing this and am finding many issues with having done so! nonetheless, we prevail (or something like that). since i was learning UI/UX design anyway, i thought it'd be a good idea to start just messing around in Figma to see what kind of layouts i was envisioning. i also opened a g**gle form to get feedback on what was wanted from people actually using the archive. the major thing being a mobile friendly version and the book covers pictured instead of it just being a text only directory. along with a few other things here and there that people suggested. the form is still up here in case anyone wants to add their input while i work on the revised library!

i wish i could say any of this design process came naturally to me. i wish i could say i didn't spend 3 shifts at work trying to decide on a color palette only to end up right back with the color palette i'd chosen at the start of july. i wish i could say it's been easy! but it hasn't. at all. and i am honestly glad it hasn't? it's forced me to problem solve and step back and (repeatedly) ask myself "am i enjoying the process? do i like what i'm designing?". when i started learning to code, i remember telling a friend of mine that it was helping me with not catastrophizing at the first sign of something not going right. i'd since lost that ability this year, but am working my way back to it. this project is really important to me so if i wasn't enjoying the process or even liked what i was designing, what was the point?

i designed over 18 different desktop versions when i couldn't decide on a color palette. not including the 3 i thought i was gonna go with and the many failed attempts with the first layouts i messed around with. this whole thing has been a lot of trial and error and i'm trying not to rush it. at this current moment, the digital library page on my site is its original HTML file as i somehow deleted the CSS file attached when moving some things around. go me! but all the resources on it should still lead to the right pdf.

hopefully soon i'll be able to share the design i've been working on and see how close i can get to that with my coding skills as they stand lol. i'm just trying to pass the time at work right now until i have to instruct my sewing class (completely forgot about it until i came in this morning. oops.) but here's to better days ahead.

AUGUST 2025
8/1/2025

happy august. i guess i didn't write for the rest of july. a bit unfortunate. not that anything spectacular happened, but idk. i should be writing more consistently than i have. i'm currently at work. my hands are freezing. the ac situation in here is honestly fucking ridiculous. somehow it only works (as in feels freezing) in the back hallway where my office is and then the rest of the building is subjected to nearly the same heat as outdoors. hate having to defrost after every shift. anyway. its august. i have a bit of hope for this month. what for? i'm not so sure. jude's birthday is later in the month and i told them i'd be taking them to dinoworld during that week so i guess that's something worth looking forward to. i havent been in years. nearly 4 at this point. i'm hoping the weather isn't sucky when we go and can actually enjoy it.

i ended up with an actual flip phone by mid july. i could only stand having that motorola for so long. i'm honestly glad i made the switch. i love my silly little flip phone. i even bought a phone charm for it thats supposed to come in a few weeks. i'm trying to bring little bits of joy and whimsy back into my life. allowing myself to do things because i like them. seems like it's been a while since i've let myself do so. i guess that's the mindset i want to carry with me into august. i think i've suffered quite a bit this year and should let myself enjoy what i can. like mary oliver said, "joy is not meant to be a crumb." we'll see where the rest of the month takes me.

i hope my shift goes by quick today - i'm getting awfully tired of being in this cold ass building. i think i'm gonna spend my shift making some progress on the coding course i'm taking and take notes on things i want to update on my own website. i started reworking the code for the film log and am at a loss. now that its not set up like a table, i suddenly have no clue how to format it. the amount of times i've read stuff on flexbox shouldve been enough for me to have gotten it by now. maybe that's not the best way to format it. idk. it's gonna suck if i have a similar issue reworking the digital library. sigh. i'm trying to think of what else i have to update on.

i don't know. anything i have to say about coding or my website should probably be saved for a blog post. oh! my best friend is pregnant. her gender reveal party is at the end of the month. crazy feelings coming up from knowing her since we were 14 to now baring witness to her having her own child. i don't think i've met someone who's wanted to be a mother more. and she's going to be wonderful at it. i have to get to sewing and knitting so many baby things for her. maybe plan a day to take her to pick out fabric for different things. feeling like i'm in an especially weird place in my life right now. one best friend is engaged and the other pregnant. and i am just here.

i know me just being here has got to count for something, but i've yet to find out what that something is. mm. brain got a little rough there so that's probably a good sign to stop here. i am trying to take into consideration what my therapist said about my threshold and my distress tolerance, but i'm not trying to deal with my own distress while also on the clock. i've relapsed 3 times this week and not even for any particular reason or trigger or anything. something about that feels very??? like i haven't done that this consistently since i was a teenager. i know it'll pass. just not particularly happy that it's happened at all. i still have to email my therapist about us discussing the (very likely) possibility of me being autistic. i know they can't diagnose me and it's not that i particularly want a formal, on-paper diagnosis especially with the current state of the world, but i think viewing my thought patterns and behaviors and especially reactions through the lens of me being neurodivergent would probably be a bit more beneficial. i don't know. still embarrassed and not entirely sure how to bring that up. but our session is sunday, so i should probably get it over with sooner rather than later. anyway. this is a good point to stop. i need to get on with taking notes.

always, frankie

JULY 2025
7/7/2025

this year feels like murphy's law is realer than ever. i can't find any logical reason as to why it has just been one bad thing after another. for 9 months straight. asher just asked me if i'm in a period of some weird astrological time. i wish i knew! i'd take any answer to why all of this is happening at this point. any clear answer would be great. i feel so goddamn alone. i miss him. i miss intimacy. i miss laughing genuinely. i miss just Feeling something looking at someone else. i really, really miss being in love. i know i can be alone. i've done it. i don't want that anymore. and i can't have it with him. so i am damned if i do, damned if i don't. drowning my sorrows in a tub of rocky road icecream. i am more like my mother than i will ever care to admit. i understand how people die of heartbreak. i get it. this pain is damn near unbearable. at this rate, i would've rather spent the last 9 months carrying a child than carrying this pain. stupid. dramatic. i hate that i never got to show how much love i could give. and i only have myself to blame for not being open to the possibility of it - even when it was staring me right in the face. i have not thought about this this intensely in what feels like a while. i know i gave up on wishing and dreams and hope after the hospital stay - but if i could be granted one wish. i would wish for this pain to end. for there to be some semblance of light at the end of this tunnel. there has to be more than some chemical imbalance at hand here. everything that has happened over the last 9 months feels so Bad. to such an insane level that i have not ever experienced. i thought 15 was bad. i know 15 was bad. 25 is somehow pushing me further than i have ever wanted to be pushed. i know my therapist and i discussed me working on distress tolerance but at what point will i get to stop tolerating this? i hate to ask when it is my turn to be a happy, but an answer would at least give me some hope. i'm just scared. this pain is scary. feeling this alone is scary. it's hard to feel like there's any point lately. if it wasn't for fig, i don't know. he has no clue that he is my sole reason for holding it together right now. and that is sad. i don't know anymore.

always, frankie

7/4/2025

i am trying so hard to calm down from how frustrated i've been all day, but i just can't. there's no chance of it. i'm about to just take one of my anxiety meds and call it a day. i've been out of bed since 8:30 this morning trying to work out this fucking phone issue. and i want to be chill and normal but having a new phone makes me so sick. i was getting used to the assistive access on my phone and having to deal with this now is really really upsetting. and it feels oh so fucking dramatic. but i've lost all the writing i've done for the zine over the last year except for what's already been done on my ipad. i feel like crying so bad but nothing is coming out. i lost any and all photos i've taken of fig over the last week. i lost a bunch of contacts. i'm feeling such a level of frustration right now. i wanted to do more with my day off than just lay in bed but i cannot get myself to come down from this. and the nerves in my right hand are acting up worse than usual. i don't know who in the universe i need to ask why all of this is happening to me. and it feels so fucking exhausting and stupid to be complaining about such stupid shit but my god. when are things just going to feel right. i'm fucking exhausted. i wanted to write to see if it'd help a little bit but i am just well past it. i am going to take my anxiety meds. i feel so wound up. and that sick feeling of being attached to my phone that i dont think i've gotten since the time it got stolen. the feeling of being disconnected from people. even if i am still connected. disgusting. technology is fucking exhausting. i'm going to bed.

7/3/2025

i don't know why i started writing here with proper punctuation. like who cares. i feel really not good right now. it's scary realizing how little progress i've actually made. j. stopped by to pick up some books and turns out i am not nearly as over this as i thought. clearly. but after having him be here. after months of not seeing him. i am not good. we don't even hang out anymore. and he was in two of my dreams last night. i feel like crying. i thought i'd be fine coming back to work and that i'd be able to keep my emotions at bay. boy, was i wrong! i hate being here. i hate having to put on a front when i do not feel good. it feels so disingenuous after letting myself express my emotions when they came up. even if they were uncomfortable. i guess this is the distress tolerance my therapist was talking to me about. something like this shouldn't completely unravel me. i really should look into working from home - if thats even an option. i just cannot keep doing what i'm doing right now and it be healthy. right now all i want is to be home with fig and eat the tub of rocky road that i have in the freezer. i know i'm gonna cry when i get home. i can barely hold it together right now - kind of glad its just me here for the next few days. i hope no one comes up for the rest of my shift. i'm trying not to push myself to be productive - e. said i should be doing the bare minimum. but i don't want to feel like i'm wasting my time. i could care less about company time, but i don't want to just be sitting here fiddling my thumbs. i don't have the focus right now to work on the design course, let alone do my italian lessons. i'm writing right now because i caught myself scrolling substack and not feeling any better having done so. my lunch isn't for another 40 mins. sigh. i really hate the temperature flux in this building. there is no reason i should be wearing wool tights and a cardigan during florida summers and still be freezing. and it makes it harder for me to drink water. forgot how dehydrated i was getting being here. and its hard to drink tea all day. i Really really wish to be home. i'm so glad to have tomorrow off. the only good thing to come from it being 4th of july. although that's gonna suck on its own with all the fireworks. my poor fig. i wish they made noise cancelling headphones for bunnies.

i saw brie was doing a mobility class on mondays and wanted to go, but i have fig's vet appointment monday morning. for his vaccine and microchip. i also want to try and groom his fur on monday again. so he can get more used to the process - and his fur is looking a little crazy anyway. the last thing i want to do is have it get matted. i keep thinking about "parenthood" and how i've heard that a lot of parents love the way their baby smells. even when its a bit gross sometimes. that's how i've been feeling with fig. god. there's not even emails to respond to. i forgot how much being at work truly felt like a waste of time. there's never anything important to be done. and somehow it shot my nervous system nonetheless. i think i really do need to start drinking earl grey every morning. for one - to get my body used to small levels of caffeine. but also to have something else to look forward to in the mornings. i think i might make pasta for dinner tonight. i don't think i can eat any more pollo guisado. we'll see where my energy is at. i forgot how much work depleted my energy, too. it was around 9pm when i started getting tired last night. i still tried to stay up till at least 11 and i think went to bed finally around 11:30. i wanted to spend as much time as i could with fig before calling it a night. of course the alarm would choose right now to start beeping. god. i am trying not to feel like i've been cursed but today is a reminder that i might be. i don't think i'll ever not think that j. did witchcraft on me. i wish that was a joke. i've said it since very early when he came into my life, but i still think it wholeheartedly. whatever.

having password-protected this is a bit funny. truly who cares. but it was fun to add the old girltech password journal picture to the password page. i remember how much i loved having a password journal. sillier times. anyway. i guess this is all i have to offer for now.

always, frankie

7/2/2025

I am on my last hour of my first day back to work since May 13. I cried before leaving work - mostly having to leave Fig. I have never felt maternal in my life and now having felt the way I do about this little 1lb bunny, I don't understand bad moms. I say that as someone with one. I feel this strongly about a bunny! And moms (at least my own) do not feel this way about something - someone- they created with their own body. Mind boggling. Work is probably not the place for me to be thinking about this sort of thing. Especially not on my first day back after a month and a half long mental break. What a time.

I miss Fig. I can't wait to be home with him. Home is going to feel a lot more like a safe place after having to interact with the uncertainties of the world and people again. One thing I mentioned to C. that I felt I'd gotten pretty used to while I was on my break was not giving in to urgency. Other peoples and my own. I feel like I've somewhat managed to do so today. Aside from when I came up this morning and found myself out of breath - as well as when open lab hours began and was immediately presented with a group of 4 kids and their parents. I had to mentally remind myself that there is no need to rush when I found myself moving a lot faster than I could've/should've been. I guess I am typing this out now to pass the time.

Most of the interactions I've had today have been sweet. My coworkers have welcomed me back with open arms. Some regulars have stopped by and told me they missed me and my presence. Weird to think my absence is noticed and missed by people who are not close to me, but whom I've had endearing interactions with nonetheless. I don't know. I seem to forget how surrounded by love I am sometimes. It's all around me even in forms I don't expect it to be.

I've spent most of my shift working on the coding program I have coming up in September. I "finished" the first weeks lesson - a draft of it at least. I am probably going to try and work on the 2nd and 3rd weeks lessons over the next two weeks and then begin working on the powerpoint slides for them. That seems to be what makes the most sense. I want to adjust the format a bit to make the most sense when the class is happening. Hopefully someone shows up for the class. I don't want to consider it discouraging when I've worked hard on a class for there to be no attendance, but it does suck. Along with the coding program notes, I've been continuing on with the UI/UX design course. I finished assignment #7 which was creating the color styles. I got through quite a few lessons. I think using my time at work to be learning is the only way I'm going to find stability and balance in being here for the next few months. I want to keep repeating to myself that the next 6 months ahead of me will be better than the last 6 that have passed. I don't want to be in pain anymore. I don't know.

I forgot how cold it is at my job. P. said she'd be ordering a space heater for our office which will be nice, but quite annoying to be freezing indoors and require a space heater during a Florida summer. Will the cursed AC ever be fixed in this place? The world may never know! My knees hurt from sitting in this chair all day and from the cold. I guess wearing my wool leggings was an idea I should have followed through with. I'll probably end up doing another yoga session when I get home. I have to remind myself I don't actually have to rush to get to bed when I get home. Now that I've managed to have a decent sleep schedule. Although I do think I'd fare better by being in bed with the lights off by 11:30 rather than 12. That would aid in me getting out of bed before 8. I have to remind myself I'm supposed to be at work by 9 on Fridays and Saturdays so I shouldn't really be in bed still at 8 anyway. Not if I want to hang out with Fig, have time to eat breakfast, and have a calm nervous system before arriving here. Probably should've held off on the caffeine this morning too. Not that I had much or finished it anyway, but still. Earl grey having caffeine is the bane of my existence. I could drink it all day if it wouldn't completely unravel me.

Only half an hour left of the department being open. One hour till I can go home and be with Fig. At this point, I really think I would benefit from a stay at home job. If I properly got into UI/UX design, I think that could be so good for me if I were working on consistent projects. I think that's why I want to spend my time here working on what I can and possibly even building a portfolio. I also want to improve on my web development skills. I think knowing how to do both web development/responsive web design coding as well as UI/UX design would make a big difference. I don't know! My therapist also brought up the artists residency and I won't even know whether I got in or not until August. The end of August. I was also checking apartments again in Virginia because I'm not entirely set on making a drastic move to a state that isn't Virginia (sorry! that is where my heart is!) and there are these artist lofts I'd found that were a decent rent and were so beautiful. Although at this point, I think I'm opening up more to the idea of an apartment overall. A townhouse would be fine by me. As it's been. Just any place where Fig and I can make a home. I don't know!

16 minutes left till we close. Man. I guess that's all I have to say for now. I'm grateful my first day back wasn't completely insufferable, but oh how I wish I did not have to be here. Things will be okay, or so I keep telling myself. Soon enough. Soon enough.

Always, Frankie

JUNE 2025
6/26/2025

13 days later. I'm gonna try to keep this one short and sweet because I want to be working on my UI/UX design course at the moment.

Yesterday I picked up Fig, my bunny. Woke up around 7:20am and drove an hour and a half to the Middle of Nowhere, FL. The first words his breeder said to me when I got out of the car was, "You LOOK excited!" like ma'am, you have no idea. In the little under 24 hours he's been home, he has brought me so much joy. And has explored his pen quite a bit. He was definitely scared and nervous to even leave his carrier at first, but as the day went on he moved around. Even got some zoomies. It's incredibly hard not to look at him and just smile. Zoloft who? This tiny creature has given me so much joy. Joy I'd certainly forgotten I could feel this year.

The couple who did my favorite podcast broke up and that brought up a lot of feelings in me. I hate parasocial relationships. And I don't consider this that, but it's weird getting used to something and to have it come unraveled. Seems like a common theme this year. Kay wrote about the breakup in a recent substack essay and yeah. That shit hurt. I teared up a lot, but didnt want to spoil yesterday's joy with crying more than I had to.

I guess that's about all I have to offer at the moment. I want to spend time with Fig and work on my design course. I go back to work next Tuesday and couldn't be more saddened by it. Only thing holding me together is having Fig to come home to. I hope he knows he's saved my year. I kept reading that quote that's like "You have to be the thing that saves you" and it is kind of helping. I have to be the thing that saves me. I have to do the stuff. Easier said than done, but I don't know. I have a little creature to care for that depends on me now and I have to do my part. For him.

Okay. I guess that's all. Until next time. Hopefully it doesn't take me two weeks to come back.

Always, Frankie

6/13/2025

5 days later. Back again. I have been having a rough past 3 days. The closer it gets to the evening time, the worse I start to feel. I don't feel as though I'm accomplishing anything in life anymore. I know that's a bit besides the point when this time off is meant for me to rest and recover, but I feel like I'm wasting it. Wasting my life. And I feel worse and worse about J. the longer time goes on. We haven't actually hung out or spent time together since New Year's Eve so I don't get why I still feel his absence more heavy as time passes rather than it feeling less so. And now I'm crying. How stupid it all feels. I made the vet appointment for the day after I pick up my bunny so I can just get that over with and scheduled his neuter appointment for September. I really hope all goes well. I know I'd probably feel better if I were able to have him sooner or if time sped up, but time speeding up also means returning to work sooner. And that is not something I feel ready for still. I really miss M. So dearly. I have to remember to text her this weekend and check up on how she's been doing. I started a UI/UX design course that I hope to continue when I return to work, but again. Things sort of feel pointless. I am trying really hard not to let myself go off the deep end thinking this way again, but it does and I have to be honest about that. I don't feel good. I feel quite silly honestly. And quite sad. No matter how much time I spend around people, I just feel alone. Man, I can't wait to talk to my therapist on Sunday. I was looking up apartments again for my move in February. I am scared. Really bad. And crying more about it now. God. There is too much change happening in places where I don't want there to be and all too fast. Whatever.

I wanted to focus on writing about the design course I'm taking and not cry but look at how that went. Anyway. The course has been inspiring me a lot. I think it's going to help me significantly when I want to start making real updates to my website here and creating a proper digital design and web development portfolio. It made me realize a bit that I am quite overqualified for my job in all the skills I have and are not being utilized aside from measly programs that people don't even really attend or that my dear coworkers would love to attend, but can't because they are scheduled when the programs are happening. I think learning UI design before starting to create a website or even beginning coding might have helped a bit at least as far as layout and such are concerned. Since I didn't really have an idea of how I wanted my site to look when I started it, I just sort of started adding stuff and liked what stuck. I also think having a lot of my pages connected to singular CSS pages was probably not the best idea. But it'll be okay. I think once I finish the course, I'll do a prototype for how I want certain pages of the website to look and begin coding them from that. I also dislike how a lot of UI/UX design stuff is sought out for by these Big Tech companies that I have zero interest in working for. Because I was looking into UI/UX work for when I move, but I refuse to sell out to Big Tech. And I knooow I can work for smaller tech companies or just independent artists and design websites for people who need them and stuff or things for friends and myself, but I don't know! Maybe another thing to discuss with my therapist. I guess that is one of the values I at least hold strong to. Not selling out for a job. Which is a privilege of sorts. Having that option. Although, having worked at my current job for 3 years, the prospect of getting another job in the near distant future makes me sick to my stomach. I used to not stay at a job for longer than 5 months in my early 20's. I just couldn't do it and burnt myself out each time putting more into these places than I got out. And although I have definitely given this place more than I've gotten out of it, I can't say I haven't gotten anything out of it. I've worked with some of the most special people ever and genuinely have so much love for the work I have done and now do. I don't know. I am just feeling so weird. And don't think that February is good timing for anything. It certainly wasn't this year. This whole year has just not felt good and that makes me feel worse about everything overall. Like even when things are good, I can't help but let go of how bad they've been? Like holy shit. A month ago today, I voluntarily admitted myself to the behavioral unit of my local hospital. A month ago. Christ. I've been bad before, but never like this. And I wish I could say I've spent the last month getting better and resting and recovering. But I don't feel any better. I think anything could set me off as easily as it did a month ago. I feel like I'm waiting for something to set me off like that. Lately, I've been more sensitive to lots of noise again. It had sort of eased for a while. I think maybe since the day of the concert, I've just been sensitive to sounds. It's all just been amplified this week. Everything feels amplified this week.

I spent an hour earlier working on the course and wanted to do more of that now, but here I am writing away about nothing. K. doesn't get home from work 'till late today and R. is still on his trip so the house just feels especially quiet and alone tonight. A. sent me an audio message which is sweet because I haven't heard his voice all week since he's been sick. It's helping the quiet feeling. This time last year I was in Chicago visiting him. Man. Everything felt better last year. Especially around this time last year. I think I'm just making myself feel worse by writing so I think I'm gonna go.

Happy Friday the 13th, Frankie

6/8/2025

Been a while. I drank too much caffeine with my lunch this morning. Not the best way to have started this day, but not much has gone on anyway. I think my brain is just overactive because of it. I want to rearrange all the furniture downstairs, I want to dye my hair and bleach my eyebrows again, I want to start multiple sewing projects. Etc, etc, etc. The usual over-caffeinated experience. In reality, all I've done is clean my room, make lunch, and watch some YouTube videos on the couch. I'm waiting for some packages to come in so I can continue building my future bunny's space, but until then that is what I've been upto. I say "all I've done" as if cleaning my room was a small feat. It's been in a sort of state of disarray for a couple weeks and hit a peak yesterday when I had to take apart the NIC grids I had storing some sewing supplies and some of my tech stuff to add to the exercise pen for the bunny because I had no sense of space and thought 4'x4' was larger than it actually was. Thankfully I had enough grids and went with a friend to grab some extra zipties to hold it all together. So now the pen is 4'x6' which is perfect for the 5'x7' rug I bought for that area. 18 more days till I can pick up my bunny. I have to call some vets again tomorrow to find a general vet, schedule his first exam, and schedule his future neutering. Every place I've called so far is $400+ which feels crazy for such a little creature. I know what I signed up for, though. There's a few more things I have to order for his arrival, but for now I'm pretty much set. I am really truly excited for the little guys arrival. I just wish it wasn't the same week I'm set to return to work. I'm grateful my manager understood that I have to drop down to 4 days lest I end up in the same fucked position again and I hope I'm able to make those 4 days work. I think I'm gonna take Thursdays off so I have a space in the middle of my week to check in with how I'm doing. Idk.

I wish the bunny packages would arrive sooner. My body grows tired of sitting on this couch! I know I could technically start on at least one of the sewing projects I have in mind, but I don't want to be in the middle of one project and have to stop to start building things. Sigh. I also need K. to be here so I can have help moving his turtle tank to a new spot. Having that bright light by the TV is not ideal. Plus the tank should be higher up anyway so the bunny doesn't take a dive when I have him freeroaming when I'm home. I think I've overdone it with the bunny research because it's sort of all my brain can think of lately. I'll go to sleep and wake up thinking about it all. Which will probably ease up when he is actually home, but for now it is occupying a lot of my headspace. I am as prepared as I can be without him actually being here. I should drink some water. Might help the caffeine feeling ease up a tad. If I'm still feeling up for dyeing my hair and bleaching my brows, I'll go and get the stuff tomorrow. I should sleep on it, though. I've been holding off doing anything to my hair especially dyeing it because it's still falling out excessively. And the thinning is really starting to make me self-conscious. More than I already was about it. It's just so bad where my widow's peak is/was. I don't know. I don't know.

I've also been watching a lot of movies during my time off. Since coming back from the hospital, I've watched 25 movies. Only a few of those being rewatches. Forgot how much I loved watching new movies. I watched The Phantom of the Opera for the first time yesterday when Jude was over as well as the Mamma Mia! sequel. Both were lovely. But especially Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again. It was such a feel-good musical and was so hopeful? Which I've been needing some of. Still stuck on not believing in wishes or dreams or even hope. I told J. that the other night when he asked what my 11:11 wish was. I hadn't made one and he questioned why and why I didn't believe in them anymore. Oh, the irony. I went into being 25 with a heart full of hope and dreams and especially wishes that all crumbled under a wall of disillusion. Whatever. I don't like or want to be a nihilist. I know I'll get over this eventually. However, I don't think that'll be till I leave this state. February couldn't come sooner. W. and I have been discussing me possibly going up there and I'm less opposed as time goes on. I'd be closer to A. and be close enough to people so I wouldn't feel as alone as I did moving to Massachusetts alone when I was 18. What a long ways it's been since then. I hope I'm able to recover a bit financially in the next few months from taking this time off. I am not worried about it too much, surprisingly. I've been in worse spots financially (i.e. when I was alone in Massachusetts) and somehow came this far. Which I guess I could extend the same logic to other parts of my life, but I am being selective clearly.

Anyway. I guess that's all for now. Writing out some of the thoughts helped ease the overcaffeination ever so slightly. I do need to go drink water, though. Here's to better days ahead.

Always, Frankie

MAY 2025
5/26/2025

Feeling a bit out of sorts today. I didn't take my sleep medication last night and accidentally had caffeine really late into the day and ended up staying up till like 2am on my computer applying to adopt a rabbit and doing research. I don't know. Having a very, very anxious time. My therapist had a medical emergency and hasn't filled out my FMLA paperwork and I need it done by Friday. I went ahead and emailed my old psychiatrist to see if she'd please do it because right now my job is at stake and that would really, really effect my brain right now. In not having a solid income to rely on while I'm trying to get better. I am really trying. I also want to look into part-time work because I don't know realistically how long I can stand to work full-time. But I do not want to dig into my savings at fucking all. I want to be out of Florida sooner rather than later and I know I will need money to do so. I might also look more seriously into doing a workaway program - hopefully one that pays. Because I think it would benefit me a lot. I have to wait till August to find out whether or not I got accepted into the Artists Residency in VA, but that would also impact a lot of things. I don't know. I hope if I do get in that I am eligible for the fellowships/scholarships to go. I think that would be a really nice way to start the next year.

I spent all of yesterday with A. and it was really one of the nicest days I have had this year. Not that anything particularly exciting happened, but I don't know. We talked a lot and being in her company was special. I have been spending a lot more time with her now that I don't have much else to do and it helps. It helped before and it helps now. Despite how broken my heart may be, I know I am loved when I am with her. An unconditional, unwavering love. I even wrote some poems last night? Which has been quite hard to do without just breaking into tears. But I was able to do so and it felt good. What I wrote was pretty good. I don't know. Spending time with her yesterday also made me want to just make a little zine. We also went to the animal shelter. I cried. And almost ended up with a dog. I'm hoping things work out with getting this rabbit, honestly. I think it would be good for me. I know a pet would help, I just don't know if a dog is what I want. And R. really wants a dog. We'll see what happens there, I guess.

I really want to get my sleep schedule in check this week. I have to. I can't keep sleeping in like this. It doesn't feel good and it makes me feel more guilty. I know it would be really good for me to be waking up AND getting out of bed earlier. If I can stick to 8am all week, the next few weeks of 7:30 should be okay. That's really what I should be doing and need to focus on. I don't know.

I am feeling quite a bit anxious today. I am debating taking the Hydroxyzine now and just chilling the fuck out cause it is not feeling good to be in this state. The day just already feels like a waste and I don't have plans or anything going on. A. invited me over to her sister's house for dinner and P. just invited me to a beach day tomorrow, which would be good for me? I think? I might take them up on those plans. If I could sleep over at P.'s house then that would save me a lot of trouble. Unsure which beach we'd be going to, but being outside in the sun has been good for me. Maybe later I'll drive to Twin Oaks? I don't even know. The fact that the weather has been really gloomy in the evenings is kind of a bummer. Maybe I'll sew some bathing suit shorts in a bit since I don't really have comfortable beach attire. I don't know, I don't know.

My new camera lens is also supposed to come in tomorrow which is really exciting. I hope everything with it functions and makes taking pictures with the camera smoother. It'd be cool to bring tomorrow but I doubt it'll arrive before we even head out to the beach. Whatever. It'll be good to just have. Having a real weird time being alive right now. Sometimes being alone feels okay and alright and then other times it feels so fucking heavy. I don't necessarily feel heavy right now, just not here? Not around. I don't know.

I probably shouldn't say "I don't know" at the end of every paragraph. I started reading "Stag Dance" by Torrey Peters yesterday and the second short story in it was called "Chaser". I am so unsatisfied with it being a short story because I got heavily invested in the two characters and it was written so fucking well. Probably my favorite thing she's written? I didn't expect to be so into it mostly because it was a love story and felt very reminiscent of what I'm going through right now, but I was invested when I read it yesterday. Don't know if I'll enjoy the actual "Stag Dance" story as much, but I guess we shall see.

I think I'll leave this off here. I am gonna watch more rabbit videos. That's all.

Always, Frankie

5/22/2025

Hello. Kind of annoyed by how fast this morning is passing me by. I know I woke up before 8am, but I yet again snoozed my alarm until 9:20. I'm making slow progress, but progress nonetheless. I got up yesterday at 9:45 and I think 9:55 the morning before so. I'll take the 9:20. Maybe tomorrow I'll be out of bed by 9. I know getting up earlier would make my days not feel so repetitive and fast. The end goal for my wake up time is 7:30. I think that would be a good base to start. If I can do that for a couple weeks, maybe eventually 7:15? I dont know about 7, just because I want to be realistic and know my limits, but 7:15 maybe. I dont know.

I met Jude for the first time yesterday. Using her name here so it doesn't get mixed up with J.'s. But we walked the entire trail at Twin Oaks. My first time doing so? Then we sat and talked at one of the benches there for a little while before her appointment. She invited me out for ice cream after, but I'd already gone home and changed out of my sweaty clothes. I was drenched after that walk. But I thought last night about going there more often on my own and just walking the trail in the morning. I think it'd be good for me. I think being outside, despite the damned heat, is doing good for my brain. I am finding myself wanting to be outside more often. Wanting to be moving my body.

Gonna try to keep this part brief, but J.'s dog passed yesterday. I doubt he'll want to talk today, which is fine. I wouldn't either. I am just trying to let myself not feel like he's mad at me? Like personally. This isn't about me. And despite how I feel about everything, I know how losing his dog right now probably feels. It's always fucking something, man. And I had the thought while sitting on the hammock drinking my tea this morning that like - with a lot of people, I have a habit of thinking if I do x thing, then maybe they'll love me the way I want. And that is so shitty for me to think and feel. Reading that damn Reddit post about "distorted beliefs" in people with C-PTSD really did something, idk. Especially the being needed does not equal love. Like okay. Cool. Great. What do I do with that now?

I don't want to talk about that anymore. Sorry. Not how I want to start today. K. and I were supposed to go to the gym this morning, but he's still sleeping and I'm kind of losing desire about wanting to go. I have to stop by Hobby Lobby to get plastic canvas for the Louise/Bob's Burgers ear hat I'm making and I want to stop by the farm for some groceries, but we'll see. He's still not up. I'm probably gonna make breakfast so I'm not waiting around for him. Sigh.

I'm supposed to be hanging out with P. today. Which I'm a bit excited for. The weather looks like it might rain. Kind of hoping that isn't the case. I started trying to finish sewing the jeans I'd started at work yesterday, but my god. I hate making waistbands. I've done two so far and seam ripped both of them. I really liked the way the pants fit so I don't want to rush them and have a shitty looking waistband on them. And I think I might do button flys more often because not having to worry about sewing in a zipper is heavenly. I loathe zippers. We'll see. I might just end up using the same pattern to make patchwork shorts with the other blue denim? I also cannot, for the life of me, find the skort pattern. Anywhere. And T. thought she'd found it with the laptop bag one, but it wasn't there either. I'm probably just going to trace the one I made for its pieces and do that cause I don't want to reprint and tape another one together. We'll see. I wanted to finish the pants before hanging out with P. though, so I could wear them out.

K. is finally awake. Woo. Not sure if we're still going to the gym. Don't really want to. Oh. I also got paid today/last night which is nice. The paycheck is more than I'd expected so I'm not entirely sure what happened there? Maybe it included my short term disability. I don't really know. But I moved aside my car payment money and hope that I get some back from the last payment I made on the old loan. And then maybe I could use that towards the car payment and feel a bit less overwhelmed by money stuff while I'm away from work. I hope my therapist gets back to me about the paperwork soon because I have to have all of that turned in before the 30th. And I don't talk to them until Sunday. Trying not to stress it too hard. I feel like they'd have emailed me sooner if there was an issue. I hope. Okay. Let me not think about that too hard.

W. wants me to go visit Indiana. I know a change of scenery would do me good, which is why I've been spending so much time out. But I think it'd just make coming back even harder. Coming back always makes things harder. Coming back from VA really set a tone for everything that's happened after. So I dont know. I think I might start re-reading The Body Keeps the Score. Sigh. I dont know how I feel about that, but I know overall it'd probably be of benefit to me. Very weird time to exist, man. J. is up and I am trying not to let my emotions get the best of me. I should probably try and do more of the coping stuff my therapist told me to do before things feel bad. I don't know. I don't know. Being around people feels off today. Like some moments when I'm alone I feel less swayed by other people's energy. But then other times when I'm alone, it just feels lonely.

I think I'll leave things off here and come back when I need to. I hope today is okay.

Always, Frankie

5/20/2025

Trying not to read back the last two entries. Nothing from the past matters right now. I'm finding today a bit harder than the last few. I've spent the last few days since Sunday at A.'s house. Will most likely go back home today. Or maybe stay at my sister's if thats an option. Writing in my journal has not happened - despite having stapled the last year's pages shut I can't bring myself to write in there right now. I do need some sort of writing outlet, though, so here I am. I have to write this stuff out so it doesn't fester inside of me.

My therapist said that there's a possibility I was misdiagnosed with Bipolar Type 2. They said, from what we've discussed, my symptoms seem more like trauma responses and C-PTSD. After they explained it (and after a long Reddit rabbit-hole), it makes sense. A lot of sense. I don't know. I really don't. I have to get my sleep schedule back to normal. A lot of things will fall into place once I'm able to do that. My body is desperate for regulation. Can't believe this is where I am at right now. I thought the regret and guilt would dissipate even a little bit as time went on, but if anything, I'm more regretful and feel more guilty than before. I'm taking time off from work and am trying to relish in that. Finding it hard to do that, too. I know I need time to recover. I know I need a break. I just don't know how going back will feel. I guess that's more of me thinking about the future and not focusing on what I am experiencing right now.

I feel really out of it today. I didn't text J. yesterday aside from two pictures of A.'s mom's dog. I don't know whether space will make things better or worse. Things are stagnant with us and I just feel like an open wound. I can barely make myself feel better let alone trying to make things not suck between us. I'm the only one who acknowledges how broken shit is. Thinking about this again is just gonna make me feel like crying or throwing up so I should just move on.

I've been watching a lot of movies recently. And by that, I mean since taking time off. Making a dent in my watchlist, I guess. Watched Fantastic Planet (1973) this morning. Weird and French. I don't know.

I want to get away. My sister joked about us taking a trip while I have time off right now and I just don't know how good of an idea that is. It'll just make coming back even harder. It pains me to think about how I'd be right now if I had just left to Virginia when this year started. Probably a bit unprepared and broke, but I think being there would've been a significant improvement to everything that's happened over the last 5 months. I've been looking at workaway's again. I don't know, man. Being here is killing me. Not hyperbolically. It is killing me being here. I never intended on staying in Florida this long. I don't know why J. is prolonging this ending. I don't know why I am. Everything's gonna hurt for me regardless. I don't think it'll affect his life in the slightest if I'm gone. Time's already proven that one. And growing to resent him is just as bad a fate. Why did he have to come into my life? Why did I have to show him the worst parts of myself? That is all he'll ever be able to see.

I need to end this here before I cry again. Until next time, I guess.

Always, Frankie

5/14/2025

Nothing I said in the last entry is relevant anymore, sorry. Spent the last 24 hours in a psych ward. May really has a way of being the worst time of every year for me. I don't know where else to really talk about it. Well, I made an appointment to talk to my therapist again today so that's something. Likely going to take some time off work to get my head back in order. Upset that I let it get this bad. Thinking about the woman I met in the unit. I hope she finds peace. "I don't want to just survive anymore, I want to live," she repeated to me multiple times yesterday. Me too.

5/11/2025

It is 1pm on Sunday May 11 2025. I finished up my 2nd therapy session with my new therapist a little less than an hour ago. When I woke up, I was expecting the session to suck if I'm being honest. So now sitting in bed, feeling prepared to go shower for the first time in a week and go out to celebrate Mother's Day at my best friend's grandmother's house, I'm glad I followed through with it. I immediately sent a voice message to my best friend of some things my therapist said that I wanted to get down while they were fresh in my head. I also made a notes app entry in my phone for therapy notes. They are as follows:

  • It is Only my job to be clear and direct. (Clarity combats ambiguity!) I have to be secure and straight forward about my feelings.
  • It is not my job to read between the lines! It is NOT my job to read between the lines!!!
  • I respect others enough to take what they say at face value. Other people should respect me enough to be clear and direct with me.
  • It is a reflection of them if their words and actions don't align. It would be (in C.'s words) "inappropriate" for someone to say something for the sake of "making me feel better" (sparing my feelings) in the moment and take it back later.
  • My thoughts and feelings will not disrupt a relationship that (has a strong foundation) and where the other person genuinely cares about and respects my point of view and is determined to understand me. My thoughts and feelings matter to the right people.
  • Reminder to self: I do not want lukewarm love.

Yeah. They asked me so many questions during the session that I sort of struggled with answering or maybe didn't give an actual answer to what was being asked, but we got pretty far, I think for this only being our second session together. And their cat made an appearance which never fails to make me laugh. I think I do need to give the people in my life a bit more credit and a lot more trust because I also am making the choice of keeping them around and why would I keep people around who I can't trust? I think what J. said last night kind of has my brain reflecting a lot. Specifically him saying that "By now [I] should know that [my] feelings aren't stupid or insignificant to [him]" or that "That's not something of concern with [him] at least" in response to me saying that I expect people's views of me to change so I don't feel secure in other peoples feelings about me. I have to ask for clarification on what he meant by that second part because it can be interpretted in so many ways. It's not of concern because his view of me hasn't changed? It's not of concern because he is secure in his feelings about me? I don't know, I don't know. C. also said if I can't find it in myself to voice my feelings before our next session, then we can do some practice to make it easier on me to be clear. Their hope for me and this particular situation feels like a breath of fresh air. Because they have nothing to gain by giving me false hope? If that makes sense. I don't know.

I also wanted to make note here of this substack essay I read after therapy about Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, which I need to make a note to talk to C. about. It felt very Right to read after what we discussed in the session.

I think I'll leave off here, though. I still need to shower and get ready to head out to A.'s grandma's house. I think today will and can be good. Happy Sunday!

Always, Frankie