My Manifesto

The Guide to My Vibe

I hereby present to you my literary manifesto. I will forewarn you that it is subject to change, because I am an ever-changing, squirrel-brained, nut.

First, you should know that I am hella long-winded and I do love a tangent. I am also diagnosed with, amongst other things, ADHD. This is important for you to know because I struggle with finishing projects, and it has been one of the biggest hurdles of mine in terms of releasing any of my writing to the public. In a recent breakthrough moment, I decided that unfinished and imperfect writing isn’t the worst thing I could do; in fact, it is the only kind of writing that I can do. So, if you’re looking for perfectly curated think pieces, then you should stop reading.

The actual point starts here btw

My think pieces and short-form writings are for people who are neurospicy or neurocurious. People who have trauma, including but not limited to religious, sexual, and mental trauma. People who have struggled or are struggling with their mental health and are curious how something like radical self love and acceptance is possible when you often can’t even fucking stand yourself. And most importantly, people who are interested in reading my very raw, unfiltered dissection of my thoughts, feelings, and behaviors that are impacted by these things. People who want to read and are curious about what it's like to have a brain like mine. A mind that feels almost everything so intensely. A mind that never turns off. A mind so full of words, words, words, feelings, feelings, feelings. I have all the fucking feelings. I'm drowning in fucking feelings, metaphor, and the minutiae of my inner world. I’ll be sharing it here to help relieve the weight of my introspections, with the hopes that I can learn to swim instead. When I get what is in my head out, I feel such relief, and I hope that at the very least it entertains someone, somewhere. I hope, too, that it also brings comfort and maybe even helps other people understand themselves better as well.

My writings are me figuring myself out. I hope other people who read it can connect to it and see themselves in it. I hope they know they can and should cherry-pick the things they like and that resonate from what I say and ignore the stuff that they don't. I hope that it encourages other people to do what I've done, to ask questions, to analyze, to keep their minds open, open, open, even when they think their minds are open all away, open it further. Ask more questions. Learn new things. Try new things.

With my writing, I want to share raw insights into myself and the world around me as I perceive it. I have been learning and having so many personal breakthroughs, and I’ve just been writing for myself. I would like to share with other people because the only thing more fun than writing about all this shit is talking about it. I hope that my writing encourages open and honest discussions. I would like to have these kinds of discussions with other people. Analytical conversations where an idea or a thought, or a concept is broken down into its smallest parts and then putting them back together again. Conversations where big questions are asked, and it’s ok if an answer isn’t or can’t be found. I think the best way to do that is to put these ideas out there.

So, when it comes to my short-form writing, be prepared for them to be unfinished, imperfect, messy, manic, and bloated with hyperbole. Maybe I'll finish them at a later time. Maybe with engagement and people asking questions, they finish themselves in a way that I didn't see at the start. Often, my writings start when I'm having a really big personal breakthrough or realization, or I’m just crashing out. And then I'm done with it, you know? Often, to come back to a piece to “finish it” feels like, well, I don't want to be or I’m not in that headspace anymore. If you’ve read this far (wow, holy shit thanks) I want you to know I will write often, but they're not always going to be wrapped up neatly with a bow. One, because the dopamine in my brain runs out, and I can't. And, two, these are big fucking ideas. I can't always wrap them up with a bow. There isn't an end or a finish, and they're all kind of a continuation of each other. An ongoing exploration of myself, my ADHD, and my anxiety-ridden, manic, and depressive mind. If that resonates, if you can understand that somebody can have a really big idea, but maybe it doesn't have a conclusion because it can't have a conclusion because it's still happening, then you might enjoy my rantings. My writings are some of the questions that I have, and some of the ideas I have for possible answers.

My writings will also include an array of other styles of writing that I am exploring, including fiction, poetry, and musings. My style, moods, opinions, and feelings are subject to frequent and abrupt change. But, I can promise authenticity, crass humor, foul language, explicit topics, heartfelt admissions, and my raw self analysis.