Enlightenment and Nachos

Life is complicated and messy. putting back together in any coherent enough to sense to make a narrative worth selling require time, quite a lot of therapy, and the sort of depression that used to me called dysthymia, now its just Persistent Depressive Disorder – as usual being remarkably accurate but unsexy. It is only a symptom of my Complex PTSD.

Turns out going back to school to become a teacher dropped the perfect assignments into my lap for this. I might just polish them and post them directly to one of the other channels tomorrow. I will at least check them out again for a laugh at how heavily I had to edit myself for the proctors! I am still hammering out the look and feel of things before Josephine is out of the shop.

These are closer to my favorite colors, but can you really get those old metal blue mugs anymore the ones with flecks all over them, probably called rustic or something. If you or someone you know is a graphic design artist I would appreciate constructive criticism. If you just want say it sucks or you can do it for me, no thank you. I’m learning to retake my creativity back. The one they said was useless and not worth spending time on instead of homework. (Is that why I’m becoming a teacher?)

I have been slowly gluing the pieces of my life back together since I was a toddler. This is just a different kind of uncomfortably painful but not insurmountable. Anyone claiming it is better to have loved and lost has yet to love themselves as fiercely, or have already discovered their voice and are just lonely; and that is fair. All of it is thankfully, content. I will share the most uncomfortable here where you don’t have to watch me react and if you think its content you would like to see more of I can help. Don’t Panic! I was gonna do it anyways but in chronological order or by degree of travesty. Trauma isn’t the same across the board for any two people, so I need to draft a warning and more pages to bury the rough stuff under, this is coming together. This is what I would of done if I had stayed in Miami, but I skipped that ending. I can’t wait to meet you all.

Tl;Dr: CHANGES COMING STAY TUNED!