
Procrastination Rears Its Stupid Head: Getting Things Done Is Hard.
You know, I wanted this whole week to be successful based on arbitrary guidelines that I set for myself, I wanted this theme of spooky horror fear based concepts to flow all week since it is almost Halloween, and I wanted to get four posts up this week. I want to get at least four posts up every week, because I feel like I should have goals. Goals are good, right? Yet, here I am, writing about non-horror based subjects of contemplativeness, words are hard. I am once again wri

Drama Therapy: Fake It 'Til You Make It
I've talked a bit about two forms of creative arts therapy previously, two of which I have explored and used personally. Arts therapy and musical therapy. After exploring the idea of identity via springing a random character on the world in unconventional settings, I stumbled across drama therapy. Out of all the possible methods of creativity, acting and playing out a scene with others has been both very appealing to me as well as incredibly intimidating. Getting into a subje

The Dark Man: I Am Not My Anxiety, He Is.
You might have seen this guy floating about in many of the images I've drawn throughout the website. He is a big driving force for me creating this whole site in the first place and one of the first things I meant to write about. However, I have struggled with it since I want to make even the most uncomfortable of subjects in my head a bit funny for others to read about. Sometimes your only choices are to cry or to laugh, and it just feels better to laugh. The Dark Man is the

Musical Therapy: Music, Like, Totally Saved My Life
Okay, so music didn't save me. A musician never saved me from a burning house, music never cured me of a disease, and deep depression with suicidal thoughts has never been my mental illness of birth. However, I have heard that phrase uttered from the mouth of a living person who is being earnest, and I can completely, no doubt about it, believe that it is possible. There has been a time in my life, actually quite a few, where a song or a collection of songs felt connected to

The Event Boundary: No, It Isn't Sci-Fi, Just Doorways & A Stupid Brain Thing.
Can we talk about the name of this syndrome for a moment? The event boundary... how fucking badass is that? That's the name of my band, when I learn how to play an instrument. I've always heard of this mental phenomena referred to as the doorway syndrome (lame) or the door jamb syndrome (sounds more like a fear of fruity bread spread). Seriously, search for just "the Event Boundary" and its all about fucking doorways and how walking through them makes our brain go full retard

What's This About?: Got To Get Started Somewhere
Fuckin' hell... There was a time that this stuff use to come easy, this is not the first blog I've ran myself. It isn't the first time I've written anything, hell, I use to write for other websites too. I guess I was a writer that thought of shit and had thoughts, opinions, things like that. I got off that horse for a bit, life got lifey and a full time job got timey (wimey). It has been quite a few years since I even looked that gift giving mare in the mouth to find out what