Do you ever get the feeling that the pills aren’t working anymore? I feel like things have gotten worse as the months have gone by. I wake up exhausted, or I wake up miserable. Pick one. Not much of a choice these days.
Been absent forever, seemingly.
Do you ever get the feeling that the pills aren’t working anymore? I feel like things have gotten worse as the months have gone by. I wake up exhausted, or I wake up miserable. Pick one. Not much of a choice these days.
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Hey guys, it's been a while.
I have a couple of new projects that I'm working on, but I hope you've been checking out my writing at The Level MY. I'm excited to tell you about my next project, but it'll be some time before I can talk about it. On the other hand, I've gone super blonde recently - which you can check out on my Instagram. Tell me your thoughts? In terms of writing, I'm participating in the inkstay Dare To Write challenge, which I'll be posting here and on my Tumblr. Follow me, and let me know! Of course, some of these things might be a bit trigger-y, because my recent diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder has been getting to me. That's for another post, though. x Hannah daretowrite prompt: lazarus every time feels like a rebirth but then again, when does it not? I come back a little less human every time I am agony and screaming I am alive under duress it’s a revamp of my personality like installing a new OS or upgrading systems but it’s not. I never quite like who or what I am. I never really have. I’m waiting for the day I stop having to rebuild myself or maybe, I’m waiting for everything to just stop. This week's had me working on a couple of interesting projects here and there, a couple of topics I haven't really touched before. Admittedly, I'm not sure if serious/technical writing is my thing considering I tend to write how I talk. In any case, here are the relevant links below:
In any case, it's been a bit of a hectic week. I'm trying to make sure I post consistently, because people actually read this? Hello everyone! The Bullet Journal life is helping, somewhat. Although looking at my schedule makes me cry (internally; external tears are reserved for the full-blown anxiety days) - it's fulfilling knowing I'm actually doing something. I might not be completely okay, but I'm working on working towards a baseline. I don't have a single free Saturday (or day) this entire week. I'm not complaining, but there are days where I wish I could switch my brain off. Not that I know how to do that, really. I'm very committed to my aesthetic, admittedly. So, I've done up my #bujo in colours that make me happy. I try my best not to brood (almost Batman-like on some days), but it's hard. I don't know if it's a chemical imbalance or there's just something wrong with me, but the medication helps. I try to be as open and honest as possible about my struggles with mental illness - but there's still such a severe social stigma regarding it. I basically deal with general anxiety, major depression and bipolar-styled mood swings. My manic phases and depressive phases are hard to deal with and I feel terrible for inflicting them on other people. It's a struggle to get out of bed on some days, and on other days - I wish I could sleep, but I can't. Writing keeps me (halfway) sane, and it means a lot that people do read what I write. Hope you guys are having a good week.
So, to start the week - here my latest offerings for The Level MY:
#commoncreativeproblems one last thing to be mad about: it's my body, you don't get a say Now, I've got a couple of things to be mad about (but really, when am I not mad). There's a rant on the importance of appearances that I'm considering posting on this blog and an entire series on 'How To Identify A Fuckboy' or '10 Ways Your Boyfriend Is/Will Be A Fuckboy'. But then again, it's been done to death hasn't it? I somehow ended up at the mt masking tape exhibition and ended up buying 9 rolls of tape (not all of them were mine), so it's obvious that my #bujo thing is getting way out of hand. You can see photos of this on my twitter. I suppose that's all for now? As always, find me online at any time.
So, I've put it out there I'm pretty much a trash creative and my day job is that I write for The Level MY. We're a youth portal, and I'm your resident snark queen where I'm paid to have an opinion.
HOWEVER: I'm not getting a lot of page views. Or feedback. I mean, I've been at this for about two weeks now but I'd love it if I could get more views and feedback. Interaction is important for this line of work. I'm sticking a couple of links below, so maybe if you're interested - you could have a look and let me know what y'all think? Also, you can find me on Twitter or hit me up at my work email if you have any story ideas you think I could work on. Shares, feedback - anything! It's all appreciated x AUTHOR PAGE here WEDNESDAY WOES: #firstworldproblems and other milennial angst introduction one #THIRSTDAY: relationships, dating and everything in between bad pick up lines the thirst ONE LAST THING TO BE MAD ABOUT: a compilation of everything I got mad about in the week kim kardashian: talentless? |
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