Who IS EnchiPants?!

Tag: writing

  • Painful Sleep

    Painful Sleep

    This bout with the meds and shit really screwed things up for me. Not shocking, it DOES happen, but fuck me is it frustrating. I hate it. Trying to find medicine to help me with pain (or “happiness”) is like finding needle in a haystack. And? Even if it works, the side effects are unbearable…

  • Monday Mark – 1.0

    Monday Mark – 1.0

    I get a weekly subscription email from Mark Manson (<—link to his site) called “Your Next Breakthrough.” I haven’t participated in the prompts, but I would like to. They ARE thought-provoking, after all. And thus, I think I’ll start a weekly “Monday Mark” where I do just that. I’ll copy/paste what the weekly prompt is,…

  • What Dat Blog Do?!

    What Dat Blog Do?!

    My blog – originally – was intended to be a daily journal for myself, something I could turn into a habit and commit to, since journaling has been the bane of my existence (yet another one of those, lol) since I was young. However, I’ve shared it with others… not just the public, but therapists…

  • 105º of EnchiPants

    105º of EnchiPants

    Did you know there’s a game about the 6º of Kevin Bacon (or “Bacon’s Law”)? I linked the Wiki for it there, but briefly (and quote-y 😜): The game’s name is a reference to “six degrees of separation“, a concept that posits that any two people on Earth are six or fewer acquaintance links apart.…

  • They Used To

    They Used To

    So… I’d like to raise more awareness of what Anhedonia is. This prompt helps because I CAN list 30 things (I think?!), but due to Anhedonia, the title is necessary: “They Used To [Make Me Happy]” We’ll start with the physical shite I can’t (or almost can’t) do any more… Damn, this is feckin hard,…

  • Art Appreciation

    Art Appreciation

    Here in Colorado, where the services for mental health are abundant, I discovered a great place that not only got me started with IFS/EMDR, but personal, trauma-informed Yoga therapy, as well. With a lifetime of trauma under my belt, I never imagined that I could participate in a movement/mind-body/trauma type of therapy. And my therapist…

  • The Past Meets the Present

    The Past Meets the Present

    Fair warning, this one is going to be REALLY long. I was perusing my old “journal” notes in my phone from way back when I was with The Dementor… starting around 2020. It’s fucking ironic that the similarities between what I felt and wrote about back then are almost an exact mirror of the shit…

  • Fuck Your Potential

    Fuck Your Potential

    Why is falling in love with someone’s potential so dangerous? I mean… potential to grow is supposed to be a GOOD thing, right?! Thing is… you can’t MAKE someone believe in their own potential, let alone work towards it. No matter how hard you try. And? We are all only responsible for our own shit,…

  • Crestfallen

    Crestfallen

    Now that I’ve had a nap, I feel less tired. Problem is, I am an “Emotional Masochist” and started a romantic movie called “The Idea of You” with Anne Hathaway (love her!) and Nicolas Galitzine (never heard of him before this). Yeeeeah… I stopped halfway through. For some fucked up reason, I watch these movies…

  • A New Book

    A New Book

    I got myself a new book to read about moving beyond betrayal. Chapter 2 title? Not All Forms of Addiction Are Created Equal. Thing is… since I’ve been through numerous forms of trauma, I already know this fact. This trauma is new to me, unfortunately, and I’m sure that a couple of the previous ones…

  • “Well… Life Isn’t Fair”

    “Well… Life Isn’t Fair”

    I really [fucking] hate that sentiment. Like… it elicits a deep, visceral rage inside my guts when I hear it. And I’ve even used the damn phrase. Doesn’t make it any less condescending and dismissive, though. And yeah, life ISN’T fucking fair, but who gives a shit?! Sometimes, whatever thing we’re going through sucks major…

  • It Feeds the Soul

    It Feeds the Soul

    Once in a while, I just need to sit and listen to music… it feeds my soul. Most times, I listen to sad songs about broken love because I’m already sad. It helps me, even though it seems counterproductive. And today, as every day, I’m exhausted and just want to throw something out there that…