Over the past like 4 years, I've had to deal with severe depression and mild to moderate anxiety. I use the diapered stories and diapers to help me cope with these things that make it really hard to function. I hope you can understand, that it hurts a lot and I don't want insults being thrown at my way. You can insult my writing but please don't insult me personally. I also have had to deal with severe ADHD (the inattentive type) my whole life so it affects how often I post updates on stories.
I want to write a story.
My last story was uploaded in January. It was a gift exchange over QnS. I’ve started on many stories since then, I haven’t finished a single one besides the ones I’ve written for QnS. That’s all you’ll be getting in the foreseeable future, probably.
I want to write a story just like I want to create music, or write lyrics, or do any other thing that could be constituted as “art” in any way, shape, or form.
I'm looking into convulsive therapy, where they shock your brain to make you spasm and for some reason it also makes you not sad all the time anymore. It has the highest success rate of any depression treatment, but you tend to lose some short-term memories as you do it, so it's obviously not a first resort.
UPDATE: I'd really like recommendations of stories to read that could improve my writing!
Last night, I dreamt I was taking a standardized test in an amphitheater with a few hundred other students. Except I teach college, and it was an eleventh-grade exam (all the other students were teens).
They did actually go ahead and schedule my last ketamine appointments, so that's good at least. I'll talk to the doctor next week about when I can switch on to medical marijuana.
And now: games.
It dawned on me other day, I've lived in another country for half a year now. Not only another country, but a country on the other side of the planet. I'm 7/8 hours ahead of my friends and family back in the UK, I only talk to them through email. My parents I keep in touch with, but my friends have started to drift away from the lack of contact. Of the people I see on the regular here in Shanghai, I have passing conversation with my housemate and my most often seen friend group live in a
Let me point you to a special pony. yarnmouse is Cogwheelbrain's SO. She's written stories at Trotcon's speedfic panel and we've been trying to get her on here for years.
She's a feels writer and new to Fimfiction, so show her some love!
Now for other stuff.
I've been sick for a week and highly nonproductive.
Okay, not that sick. But not well, and motivation's been super low. I have one fic almost finished (the infamous one) but I don't have the emotional energy to complete it at the moment.
However, I do have something very interesting on the horizon...
Hey everyone! It's been a fucking while!
No I'm not dead. Jeez, I wish I was one of these authors who receive tons of messages when then don't give any news. But I'm not. Feels bad.
Basically, I just had a few busy weeks, filled with exams, visiting family members and working on my costume designs.
Now that I'm on holidays, I should have more time to write. I'll start working on the next chapter tomorrow, so you may have it just before Christmas ^^
Hey, guys!
Nothing big here. Just popping in to say I'm not dead. Compati is coming along. I'm, uh... *checks google docs* 21 chapters ahead of what's posted. Still don't feel comfortable resuming publication until I've pretty much finished the story, because story reasons, but yea it's still moving forward.
WARNING: The following blog has very frank discussions about mental health, psychiatric medications, the side effects of psychiatric medications, suicide, suicidal ideation, and similar topics.
Okay, so before everyone freaks out, I am writing this as a kind of stream of consciousness, like a journal, and I need to get shit out of my brain. I do have a private one next to my bed, but I wanted to try something out. Maybe help some people understand why I am taking so FUCKING long to write. Don't be alarmed if this goes down "the rabbit hole."
(Art by Mcsadat).
I'll be a year older in less than four hours when the clock strikes twelve. As shitty as this year has been, it seems to have gone by quick. In hindsight, that is. I guess going through the motions of life without much thought tends to speed up time. The days kinda start to blur together after a while, and suddenly I find myself getting older.
Sex with kids is dangerous, traumatic, and unethical. Nopony currently on Fimfiction is advocating for this.
Bullying is bad. Most people who reacted to PC did so appropriately; criticism is not bullying. There was still plenty of bullying.
Being against evil doesn't make you good. (Hemmingway) This absolutely applies to both of the above.
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