08/29/2026
I processed some stuff in therapy with another zesty EMDR session. Now my brain is on fire again, but I know I’ll get through it. I’m a seasoned pro, but that doesn’t make it any easier… somehow. Here’s an excerpt from something I wrote and decided to post here- traditionally, of course- because you might wonder where my art comes from? I know I’m difficult to follow in conversation, and in almost every other way. How small
would you like me?
No.
Really.
Give me measurements.
I have spent years
trying to solve this mathematically.
If I remove twenty percent of the enthusiasm
and thirty percent of the honesty
and fold my confidence inward
until nobody can see the sharp edges.
will I fit?
Will you keep me then?
Because I can do it.
That’s the terrible part.
I am exceptionally good
at becoming palatable.
But I don’t want to be good at that anymore.
I would rather be inconvenient.
I would rather be loud in the wrong room
than spend another decade
whispering in the right one.