wayfinding

Mapping emotions of the past, present ,and future with pen and paper. When time is a circle, the only way is onward.

Check out my zine on emotional mapping: The Cartography of Coping.

Easy Street Closed

Historic Route: That Thing F

Kinda over folx making light of/fun of trigger warnings. We need to learn to hold space for people and their pain, even if we don’t understand or relate to it. We need to create more safe spaces. We need to listen to each other. We need to let ourselves - and others - heal however we damn well please.

Ooph the holidays. The excessive pressure levels, the attempts to have real conversations with family and friends who only know past versions of you, the rush to get things done before an invented deadline. I’m working on taking care of myself first this holiday season, and remembering that the only person’s feelings I can control are my own.

i made a zine about maps and coping. i'd love it if you gave it a read!

Why can’t I cry? It has been months. I want to cry. I need to cry. Last night redrew this drawing from a similar dry spell a year ago, in hopes it would open the flood gates. Nothing. I am a cryer from way back, and I’m not ashamed of it. I have cried on the subways of New York, bawled on the streets of London, and wept in the Los Angeles wilderness. And now, nothing will make my tear ducts flow. Not even TDOR or moving 3,000 miles from my best friends. It’s as if my tear ducts have blocked by a numbing agent, and I have no choice but to struggle breathless, drowning in my sadness. Why can’t I cry?

Getting there...not sure where, exactly. But I feel it getting closer. Maybe ima put the GPS down and follow the moon for a while instead.

ut who’s counting...🙃 What I’ve actually been more focused on measuring is the days since I last reacted super poorly to my anxiety and panic. Un-learning harmful behavior and rewiring my brain with better coping mechanisms has been a game-changer for me. I started the effort in full force about 1,000 days ago...and counting.