Day by Day, I Guess
August 13, 2026 Today’s update. I did the basics. I fed myself, took my meds and took care of Beaker. I decided I needed to get out of the house for a little while, so…
Filly’s Place
I Hate AI. And I Use It.
I have a confession to make. I really fucking hate AI. Okay, maybe “hate” is complicated, which is probably the entire reason I’m writing this. Despite my disdain for artificial intelligence, the way it has…
What If I Stay Broken?
August 12, 2026 I was right. Yesterday I did way too much, and today my body made sure I knew it. I spent most of the day in bed and in pain. I did manage…
I Was Supposed to Do Nothing Today
I had every intention of doing absolutely nothing today. Yesterday was emotionally draining and exhausting, and I decided I deserved a day where I didn’t have to accomplish anything. Apparently the universe had other plans…
Three Rings
August 10, 2026 Today was busy. I spent part of the day doing something I’m learning is one of the crueler, quieter parts of losing your parents: handling their affairs. There are accounts to deal…
Well, That Burst of Energy Was Short-Lived
August 9, 2026, Second Update So, apparently staring at the ceiling all day eventually got boring enough that my body decided to give me a random burst of energy around 6 p.m. I decided I…
When A Poem Became A Song
I didn’t originally write “Forever Grief” to be a song. It started as a poem. Like so much of my writing lately, it came from trying to put something into words that I didn’t really…
The Silence Is the Hardest Part
August 9, 2026 Today’s update. I did the basics. I got up, fed myself, took care of Beaker and took my meds. Then I got back into bed and spent the majority of the day…
Little By Little My House Is Becoming Mine Again…
August 8, 2026 Little by little, my house is becoming my own again. It’s not like I’m eliminating traces of my mother. It’s the little things I’m changing. Things most people probably wouldn’t even think…
Blue Flowers
August 8, 2026 When my dad passed away last year, I dried out the flowers from his funeral and made a little jar with “Dad” engraved on it. It was my way of keeping a…