Sweet dreams are made of cheese.

This morning, as I sat down on my couch with my book and breakfast, I was struck by a moment of powerful deja vu. I had glanced at the soft blanket I keep draped over the back of my couch and recalled a conversation I'd had with my friend, Thunder about it. In my mind's… Continue reading Sweet dreams are made of cheese.

What if…I shouldn’t be thinking about what ifs?

Having a MI and being self aware about that MI seems to make it that much more complicated. Frequently when I'm dealing with a particularly difficult episode, there will be two voices in my head arguing with each other about something. Usually in direct contrast of each other. But nothing is ever that black and… Continue reading What if…I shouldn’t be thinking about what ifs?

Being an adult and being told childish things.

Having a mental illness sucks. But you know what sucks more? Having a MI in the workplace. I imagine it's probably just as sucky for those with physical disabilities. There is truly an egregious lack of understanding and patience towards people with disabilities in general. I only have MIs though, so I'm going to focus… Continue reading Being an adult and being told childish things.

I’ve said just about everything to my therapist.

TW: all of them Hi, my name is Ryn (they/them) and I've said just about everything to my therapist. Before I get into too much here, be forewarned, I don't want to pull any punches on this blog. I want to be able to share (just about) everything that I would share with my therapist.… Continue reading I’ve said just about everything to my therapist.