So, I know I’ve said it before, but Jenny is awesome. The stuff that happens between us on a regular basis is pretty great. Sometimes it’s big stuff, like taking me to the hospital. Or, making me eat because I forget to. You know, she generally keeps me alive. But she doesn’t always get credit
Today, we went to our NAMI walk in Phoenix. Jenny and I did the 2.9k walk, with hundreds of others. The walk raised $134,250 as of today! It was a great experience, and a big thank you to everyone who donated, volunteered, and walked. Jenny and I also talked to dozens of people, and we
Jenny and I started learning German. It’s kind of awesome, but kind of terrifying. I mean, my personal Hell is “not knowing.” It’s the worst thing in the world, and I’m diving into an entire language that I don’t know! I mean, what if I never learn how to properly conjugate the verb “to litigate”?
First of all, I am moved. I got so many emails, Facebook messages, and comments, and you all were saying the same thing. It’s okay, I’m okay, and I am loved. I love you guys so much. I can’t tell you how much it means to me when one of you threatens to kill my
So, I’ve talked about flashbacks before. But, I didn’t go into all the details there. Today, I’m going talk about the different kinds of flashbacks, and give you some examples. One of these is really personal. I often assume people know that my work can be triggering. But today I HAVE to say it: TRIGGER WARNING!
You would think, with a name like Terminally Intelligent, that I would talk about death more. Well, I try my damnedest not to. It’s depressing, and hard for people to hear about. Not to mention the triggers that death can bring up for some people. On that note: Trigger Warning! I have an acquaintance who
One of the things I experience around Jenny is a constant culture shock. We are so different sometimes, that I think we must be from different planets. Most of this is due to my very abusive and neglectful upbringing, compared to her mostly normal upbringing. Some of it has to do with her being a
“Only teenage girls self-harm.” This one kills me. Most of you will know why. I hurt myself sometimes. I have scars in various parts of my body that I’m not proud of. My ex-husband has a shoulder covered in scars. Another one of my male friends has scars everywhere but his face. His neck, his
The thing about our culture is this: We LOVE stereotypes. It’s “American” to pigeonhole people. It’s part of what we see and do, how we react to others, and how we make our basic assumptions about others. I’m going to talk about some of the harder ones over the next several days. You are all
Many of you will be confused by this post, but stick it out, and it will by (kinda) clear by the end. For the record, today is National Coming Out Day. It is a day for people around the country to support those people that are important to them. Eight years ago today, I came
