Here is your one and only warning. This blog talks openly about such things as: suicidal thoughts, abuse, sex, queerness, and probably a lot of other tough shit that is hard to read about because it causes a lot of feels. I’m not going to sensor anything, so please don’t ask me to. If you don’t like what I write about please go away and leave me the fuck alone, I don’t have time for your shit.
I have a bachelors in Child Development with a focus on cultural studies, language development, and trauma. I have worked with children and young adults in a variety of ways, some in the social services field and with a social justice background.
I am queer, which to me means I am gay, gender queer, and politically queer. I have a history of depression and anxiety. I have a history of trauma and abuse. I have been diagnosed with many things, been prescribed many medications, and been in and out of therapy for most of my life. Recently, I had a series of medical and mental health problems which have been causing my relatively stable and functioning depression to turn into a life ruining beastly roller coaster ride of confusion and deadly dark dark dark feels.
Last fall, I wrote a zine titled, “Suicidal, Lazy, Narcissistic, Slut: A Suicide Note Pt. 1.” It always goes very quickly when tabled at Zine Fests, and it got a very positive response from my Queer community where I live. So I decided to turn the zine into a blog. Enjoy! Or not…