Why Am I Doing This?

Why am I writing a blog? What has possessed me to sit down and discuss my personal mental health issues and life experiences on a public platform? Who the fuck knows, actually. Maybe my persistent isolation and crippling social anxiety have pushed me to engage with the world in a more removed and cossetted way? Or maybe I feel like my daily and constant struggles with depression and anxiety will comfort someone else? Maybe its the fact that I know I'm not alone in my mental health battles which bolsters me to discuss them openly? Maybe I'm just yelling into the dark recesses of the interwebs in place of therapy? These are some of the questions that I don't have an answer for. And that's okay. I don't need answers for them. Maybe I just need to talk and type for the sake of doing so.


I have a fuckton of hobbies. All of which I use as coping skills to maintain sanity and stability in place of less favorable, more destructive preoccupations. And here I will chronical said hobbies/coping skills for others who are interested in the same activities. I really resonate with the phrase "jack of all trades, master of none". I know that was originally meant to be an insult, as in "you can do a little bit of everything but you kind of suck at all of them", but I don't take it that way (unless I'm being particularly self-deprecating). If I have any skill to be proud of, it's my ability to pick up new skills. So that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to talk about all my various hobbies, obsessions, coping skills, and lifehacks that keep me going despite my mental health hurdles.


Welcome.