Original image by Joelle the Nose
Walk, don't run. Unless you're late for the bus.
So, a while ago, there was this event known as the AppleDash Warm and Fuzzy Feelings Event, and if anyone has noticed, I'm a pretty big fan of that ship. You may also have noticed that my contribution to such an event was strangely missing, and I'd have to agree with you. See, I thought there'd be plenty of time for me to finish my Cozy Glow entry and write a planned AppleDash fic.
So, I originally planned on publishing something for the AppleDash contest that ended as we went into September, but I've hit a brick wall with that. To help break through this small bout of writers' block, I decided to go ahead and make a start rewriting some original fiction, unrelated to MLP or any other fandom. This took longer than I expected.
I'm disappointed the show never revealed how Cozy Glow and Tirek's mentor-student partnership came about, more so that they treated each other as nuissances from the moment we first saw them together. With the new contest hosted by the Cozy Glow group, I finally had the incentive to do that myself, so I present to you the latest edition to your Freglian shelves: Honour Among
So, if anyone has read the previous blog, you'll know that I submitted myself to the emergency department with fears of self-harm, suicide and homicide brought on by an unsustainable and harmful relationship with my mother. I was transferred from that hospital to a mental health ward in the capital city of my state, where I spent just over two weeks recovering. My antidepressants were increased to twice the dose, I received help from the resident social worker and welfare officer in finding
I have voluntarily admitted myself to hospital as a health risk to myself and others, specifically my mother, with whom I have a barely functional relationship that causes us both a great deal of distress. Bluntly speaking, though without specifics, I have had thoughts about hurting myself, hurting her, killing myself and her, and due to my current living conditions and family situation, I do not feel safe at home anymore.
Well, it didn't take long for the comment section from my interview by the Royal Canterlot Library to turn into a shitshow, did it? And that's exactly why I didn't want to receive any public attention in the first place. Who's fault is that? Mine, obviously, because apparently I haven't owned up to the mistake that was on everyone's lips. So, why don't I just clear the air and stop beating around the bush?
So, this story requires a little explanation.
To put it mildly, I betrayed the trust of quite a few people whom I respect, and when it seemed as though I’d gotten away with it, I used that as an excuse to wave away any guilt I felt. After I’d been found out, that excuse was taken from me, and that’s when I truly realised just how wrong my actions were.