The weird will rule the universe, you know.

"Remember, weirdness is not a thing by itself. Weirdness is a matter of degrees. I don't even know what normal is. I was born weird and I'll die weird (one of my degrees of weird is having multiple physical, mental, and neurological disabilities that, while highly limiting and often debilitating, make life extremely interesting). I should design a t-shirt that says Born This Weird."
-Me, from to a Facebook discussion about why being weird is awesome.

It's heavy sometimes, but not always

I'll be honest. This is just a mask. Right now, I am not well at all and I don't have the energy to talk about how drained I feel currently. But, as I discussed with my therapist this afternoon, that's okay. I know who I am, I know what I need, I know how to embrace the bad parts and work with them to get back to myself. Fighting is something entirely different. I just keep swimming, just let myself fall in and float and ride the waves and calmly understand the levels of agony. Tomorrow may be better and that's fine. Tomorrow may be worse and that's fine. What matters is that I know and I am coping and I can separate and feel. I was simply blindsided with crushing forces of pain, upset, and anxiety so fierce that I just wanted to sleep forever. But the point is that I pushed through and let them wash over me, and it will all be okay, even if I find myself curled on the bed in tears. It's okay to cry. It's okay.

I also know that talk therapy is one of the best decisions I have ever made.

Sometimes the best I can to is play pretend.

Therefore, I shall contemplate the complexities of life with Twilight Sparkle. Because why not.


And Fluttershy will help me feel better. It's what she does.