Blogger's Note: Ah yes, I've infamously missed a blog post again. Well, I just really liked what I was writing and wanted to give myself more time to make sure it's a good story. Now shush and enjoy. 

You know what fictional character makes me the most miserable?

Okay, ignoring the recent Joker situation. 

The answer, shitty representation clowns aside, is Holden Caulfield. 

After a whole week (read: life) of bitching about annoying, unrealistic representations of mental health, this weekend I watched something awesome. I know, real scary territory for me, not being able to be mad and ranting, but instead be proud and appreciative of something. It's very fresh and exciting for me. 

ANYWAY. 

With too much self-deprecating fanfare coming with it, enter the Amazon Prime original, Undone.

Independence is already a tricky concept, but it’s even trickier as someone with disabilities. We grapple with it on many fronts, in some ways having to accept the things we can’t do and cling so tightly onto aspects of it that we have. It’s a double edged sword that never gets easier.

After all, the more independence we find, the drunker we get on it. But, as humans, the more independent we become, the harder it is to rely on other people, people that we love and need. And for disabled people, its even harder when we know we need people but sometimes find so much more satisfaction in not needing them.
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I can’t speak on everyone’s experience, but I can speak on my own. And I personally struggle with independence like it’s a fucking demon on my back, but a demon that I’m madly in love with.

​Author's Note: this is a blog from my previous site, but it had such a good impact on people that I wanted to make sure it was brought over. It's still just as important as when I first wrote it. 

2019’s The Joker is hands down the most traumatic and triggering mental health portrayal that I’ve seen in years, and not in any sort of positive way.

Anyone whose been here before, you’ve heard this phrase from me many times, but I am happy to say it again: the mentally ill are not just martyrs or villains. They are people.

And somehow The Joker makes Arthur Fleck both a martyr and a villain while playing hard and loose with his humanity. And watching it in a theater, hearing people laugh and cheer and play sinister music over moments that looked like stories I’d heard from people like me or experienced myself?

I had never felt so fucking dehumanized.

Okay, so this a big change here. I am moving all my blog work over here, to my domain site for myself. That way, everything in together. Unfortunately, I don't know how to bring all the blog posts from Wordpress over here without wasting a bunch of my own time manually moving things. 

So, without further ado, a fresh start on our weekly blogs! Now, everything will be posted on here. 

Expect just as much analytics and sass, just with a fresh face. That's all I really have to say about that, so see you tomorrow!