Vent-y Journal 2: Updates, I guess?
2 years ago
Ugh, things just keep getting worse some times and I'm sick and tired of it.
Let me cut to the chase here, Real-life continues to have spikes of stress that completely wreck me, and I'm just recovering from such a spike. It's hard to deal with a family member who has mental illness and see them go down a self-destructive path, even though you never really liked them too much to begin with... It doesn't make it any less sad, doesn't make it any less stressful.
Because of all of this stress, my mind has gone to pretty dark places I would rather not talk about here. I've already talked to a few friends and got a lot of my more specific frustrations off of my chest, and that helps a lot in itself. Special shout-out goes to
squeakyshepard, I'm sorry for having to dump all of my frustrations, but thanks for listening and being the first to come to me directly when I posted the last journal and asking if I was alright.
What had been keeping me anchored is listening to this song over and over again, even though it has a sad ending. Give it a listen, if you want!
I can't get it out of my head, even though the ending makes me tear up a tiny bit every time.
Furry-space wise, I still need to do some art worth posting. I've done some stupid doodles that I'm not going to post, but I should get back to drawing something to post. I still have some things that used to be Twitter exclusives, and I can post those in the meantime.
Since the last journal, I've got rid of my squirrel form, and went back to the Rat and the Mouse, and might cut it back to just the mouse (Like I've almost done before, about two months ago, before realizing I might have been acting too hasty.) but I need a moment to really think about a few things, like if the two forms have enough differences to stand as alternates, and what specific one I want to stick to if I do decide to cut it down to one...
Let me cut to the chase here, Real-life continues to have spikes of stress that completely wreck me, and I'm just recovering from such a spike. It's hard to deal with a family member who has mental illness and see them go down a self-destructive path, even though you never really liked them too much to begin with... It doesn't make it any less sad, doesn't make it any less stressful.
Because of all of this stress, my mind has gone to pretty dark places I would rather not talk about here. I've already talked to a few friends and got a lot of my more specific frustrations off of my chest, and that helps a lot in itself. Special shout-out goes to

What had been keeping me anchored is listening to this song over and over again, even though it has a sad ending. Give it a listen, if you want!
I can't get it out of my head, even though the ending makes me tear up a tiny bit every time.
Furry-space wise, I still need to do some art worth posting. I've done some stupid doodles that I'm not going to post, but I should get back to drawing something to post. I still have some things that used to be Twitter exclusives, and I can post those in the meantime.
Since the last journal, I've got rid of my squirrel form, and went back to the Rat and the Mouse, and might cut it back to just the mouse (Like I've almost done before, about two months ago, before realizing I might have been acting too hasty.) but I need a moment to really think about a few things, like if the two forms have enough differences to stand as alternates, and what specific one I want to stick to if I do decide to cut it down to one...


I really do hope things get better soon...

cheeky.squeaker
~cheeky.squeaker
OP
I know, I feel that I've suffered enough at this point.