Comfort as Defeat: A Wake-Up Call.
Going forward, may I choose the path of growth, the wild, tangled forest path, over comfort and the suffocation of blank mental pillows.
Browsing Tag:
Josephine Hicks
Connecting with My Inner Witch.
I have faced death since the hour I was born. I seek the inner power of the rulers I was named for, to make bold eye contact instead of looking at the ground.
Blood in Ice, Ice in Blood. {poetry}
He is a kin
with beggar’s blood
dark and cold
made elemental man.
Don’t Let Hunger Seduce You: Live a Delicious Life.
I never made myself sick; I never starved myself on purpose. I didn’t binge-eat and purge. But with the combined efforts of insecurity within myself and instances of depression or stress stealing upon me when I least expected it, I became unhealthily thin. The thing is, when you have disordered ...
Gaming And Me: What Games Taught Me About Writing And Resilience.
As games go through lots of changes during their development, writing changes often. The thick skin -- the resilience -- needed to take the changes is something I admire completely, and something the writers share with the characters they bring to life.
Failure Isn’t The Universe Laughing At You For Your Efforts.
The cosmic ass-kicking is exactly what I need in the moment to remember I have work to do and to keep putting effort in.
On Being A Writer Who Couldn’t Write (Or Read) Well.
I was slow to develop practical skills, including reading and writing; I thought it was because of Cerebral Palsy making it more difficult to exercise fine motor skills, but I’m not sure it was that, really.
Excavating And Exorcising: To Find Yourself.
People hold a mirror to the self like nothing else can, I think. I found things I wanted to change because I wanted to change them in others. I found brutal honesty hurt me in the moment but was necessary in the long run. Lately I’ve tried not to sugarcoat my thoughts too much. People-pleasing ...
We Are Alchemists, Let Us Transmute Our Sufferings Into Growth.
To say I got here alone would be a massive disservice to my loved ones and those no longer in my life. Each one has helped me see a facet of myself, for good or for ill. Sometimes it may feel lonely here, but I’m never alone. I’d like to thank everyone profusely for being the people they are, ...
Cutting The Head Off The Mediocre Monster.
Were you caged as I was? Comfortable in the way you were living, and not really hungering for anything new? Were you pulled out of it against your will? Did you rebel? Are you eternally grateful to who- or what- ever showed you a different way of being?