Write, write, and write some more. Truly refine our craft and do it out of the love of creating. Then, on the other side, read, and read, and read some more. Maybe pick up a new artistic or creative skill - experiment with other forms of art.
The secret to good writing is being a freak, yes, but the secret to writing interesting and complex characters is being mentally ill.
Double fisting a cup of coffee and a cup of tea because we've been awake since 4:30 this morning. 🙃
Insurance denied our peer-to-peer review, so we could definitely use some extra help/support especially with a bunch of dental bills also coming up. When it rains, it pours.
I miss you too 🖤 Very much looking to be back closer to home and having the chance to hang out again, even if that's still a ways off. Sending you all of the good vibes.
Reintroduction to us. For now, we're trying on Onyx and seeing how that fits. Still any/all pronouns. Still also not around that often. Sending everyone love and well wishes as we navigate through this hellscape of existence right now. 🖤
We've spent so long shaping ourself into the person we were told we were supposed to be and it's becoming increasingly freeing to figure out who we actually are under all of those masks and layers.
Despite the crash out, there is something so validating about sharing the new name that you're wanting to try and every person saying, "Oh, I love that" and "That really suits you."
Our current name has been feeling like an ill-fitting suit and it feels good to see what clothes fit better.
Nothing like being in the midst of a name change crash out and realizing that your entire brand is built around your name. 🙃
Image from Matt Fraction's Hawkeye. Hawkeye is walking up the stairs in his apartment. He has bandages over his arms and he's saying, "Today sucks. I'm goin' back to bed."
The mood for the last 24 hours or so. 😮💨
Because nothing like getting a significant mental health diagnosis added to our list 48 hours before insurance decides you're well enough to not need treatment any longer. 🙃
Follow up request for support - insurance just denied further treatment, which means we're responsible for covering costs from 4/2-4/13, which is the soonest we can be discharged somewhat safely.
If you've can donate, it would be appreciated, as would signal boosts because this is a nightmare.
Being overstimulated by your own body being in pain just seems cruel and unusual. 🙃
Asking for support again because insurance is being challenging. 😮💨
Good news: we got some suspected diagnoses made official and also now have the ability to receive accommodations as a result of testing.
Bad news: it's validating but still very heavy to sit with. 😮💨
You ever just have a full system crash (out) that takes a year (or more) to recover from? Or is that just me? 🙃
Picture of sunrise. The sky is pink and gold in the background and there are a number of trees reaching into the sky in the foreground.
You might say, "But JD, how many pictures of sunrises and sunsets can you take?"
As many as needed to capture the beauty of a quiet morning in the mountains.
Thank you to everyone who signal boosted the last post (and especially those who bought coffees). It truly means everything to us right now. 🖤 Especially since we are a few days away from being formally separated from our job. We love living in a hellscape where insurance is dependent on employment.
We've been in intensive treatment and out of work for awhile and we've set up a Ko-Fi to help out during this time. No expectation but if you're able to help, amazing, and if you're not in a place for that, we would love help with signal boosting.
Wishing all of y'all the best during these Times™️
A photo of the sunrise over the mountain ridges. There are a number of trees in-between the viewer and the sunrise in the background. The sunrise is golden and pink.
You know what they say about sunrise 🌄
Photo of a whiteboard. On it is written, "Saturday, March 21st, 2026." Below that, "World Poetry Day" and under that, in smaller letters, are these words: "How can I love this Spring / when it's pulling me / through my life faster / than anytime before it? / When five separate dooms / are promised this decade / and here I am, just trying / to watch a bumble cling / to its first purple flower. / I cannot save this world. / But look how it's trying, / once again, to save me." This poem is attributed to James Pearson. On the lower right hand side there is a drawing of a flower and on the upper left is a rainbow. The photo itself is in grayscale.
🐝🌻🖤💛
Picture of the sunset. The sky is golden and pink and blue and there are a number of trees between the photographer and the sky.
Gonna be thinking about this night for a long, long time.
CW: parental death
My father died on February 11th.
My father is the main reason that I've been in intensive treatment since the start of October. To say that I am having a hard time processing this is an understatement.
I could really use some good vibes put out there for me during this time.
Absolutely willing to share if I am ever able to get it written and not have it in limbo like other projects 😂
This is somehow the most relevant thing to my interests that I have ever seen 🙏 Gonna go write that Mr. Robot fanfic with this as the aesthetic, brb.
🫂🫂💜🫂🫂
On the struggle bus these last few days because it’s been almost four months since my breakdown and I’m frustrated and disheartened that I’m not further along in recovery and still struggling to come to terms with the fact that I can’t do so much of what I used to do. 😮💨
I desperately want to get back to creating. That spark is finally starting to return and I’m ready to begin carefully and cautiously stoking that fire.
