Fat Bunny

  • Now with Realistic Battle Damage™️

    To quote Frank Turner “It’s been a difficult winter, it’s been a rough few months”, that’s probably an understatement, and it might have been a bit longer than a few months. To be honest at the moment I’m just trying to make it to the end of year without a major breakdown. I’m pretty confident I can do that… knock on wood.

    I’ve had a theory that change comes from without and not within thrown into rigorous beta testing over the last few years. From pandemics, mental health issue, relationships, and most recently bereavement, I’ve had changes thrust upon me with very little choice in the matter. So in other words… life.

    I’m thinking this might be a good time to take up blogging/journaling again, because I’m not up to going back into therapy again. I’m not ready to talk out loud in the real world, and writing it down doesn’t seem as stressful, maybe it’s because I’m letting out the words at my own pace and not with the urgency that comes when it’s costing me two hundred dollars an hour? One session with a psychologist pays for a lot of web hosting and domain names.

    So once a day I’ll sit down to either pour out my heart, or complain about the weather, or show you a picture of something interesting I did. I’m not promising consistency, or wisdom… I’m just promising a glimpse of my Realistic Battle Damage™️

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  • I used to do this…

    In fact I used to do this regularly, and by this I mean blog, or journal, or vent great big dollops of words everywhere. I’m not sure why I stopped but I suspect it was a whole pile of things stapled together. Life got complicated, children got complicated, my physical health got very complicated, my mental got equally complicated. So lets just say it was a rough few years where it was easier to post pretty pictures on Instagram, or quip on Twitter than it has been to risk the introspection that can come from any kind of journaling.

    So why am I starting again? Well it’s certainly not because my physical or mental health is all sorted. There have been some recent challenges to both… but I’m not quite ready to lay that out here just yet. There are a few scabs that are not ready to be picked at yet, or not picked and allowed to fall off naturally, or whatever the recommended scab protocol is. Maybe the state of flux on social media at the moment has given me the push I needed to form thoughts that require more than 280 characters to express.

    What will I be blogging about? Well to be honest I’m not sure, in the past it was always a mix of what I was up to day to day, with a mix of occasional breakthroughs and breakdowns thrown in… and I see very little reason to break with that largely ignored formula. So if you want to see someone occasionally restore a piece of furniture, or reviewing a book, or having a sudden attack of guilt about failed relationships or joy at the rare occurrence of something wonderful happening, then maybe check in occasionally.