diary
my thoughts and … thoughts
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I’m trying to remove myself from a lot of social media, or at least make sure that I have one place that’s mine, one area of the internet that I make and format and isn’t owned and run by a billionaire. So that means I’m going to be posting art on here a lot more
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I know I’ve not been doing too many posts as of late, and I will blame nursing school for that. As much as I love learning, I am about ready to be done so I can read a book that isn’t related to medicine; my brain hurts and just wants to sleep. Even creating something
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So I already threw the piece away because I was so angry with it, but for the first time in a bit, I came across something I 100% cannot do: work with markers. Like, as a concept, it’s simple, but for whatever reason, I find the medium completely impossible. I spent well over three hours
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Officially? I have an unspecified mood disorder, but according to my psych NP, I have all of the hallmark signs of bipolar type 2. Before that is set in stone – as much as any mental disorder can be, I suppose – she just wants to be 100% sure, but it’s both relieving and upsetting
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Okay, so I’m posting a pretty big TRIGGER WARNING for this post, due to talk of death and dying.
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I’m still annoyed by the fact I have to take Christian-based theology classes for nursing school, but honestly, I did this same thing from grades 4 – 12. It’s not beyond my abilities to just suck it up and participate. However, I’m going to be as honest as I safely can while I’m in the
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Glutton for punishment, I suppose, but yes, I’m going to try to complete NaNo again this year. The likelihood that my word count will suffer due to my schoolwork, burgeoning mental health journey, spiritual study, and various other things that my brain constantly thinks about, but hey, at least I’m trying. Also, be on the
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Yep, I’m doing it again this year. I had so much fun last October that a) I actually watched some horror movies in a non-Halloween-adjacent setting and b) I decided that it would 100% be worth doing a second time. Hell, it may become a yearly thing? Who knows? Plus, I’m needing a nice way
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Nursing school is my entire existence. I wake up thinking about normal levels of various vital signs and lab values, walk around doing clandestine health assessments on people I see at Target, ponder nursing diagnoses as I sit in traffic, go to sleep reciting nursing considerations of medications … you get the idea. But somehow,
