Sterilize

Sterilize --Spoken Word on TikTok Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens...

When I becomes We, Illness becomes Wellness

TL;DR: Take your Self extremely seriously and make fun of your problems. Because a person is never the problem, people can be fucking dumb. Lots of people doing nothing and asking why someone didn’t say or do something is a BIG FUCKING PROBLEM. Stop taking dumb shit seriously, and stop being dumb about serious shit. Now take a minute, harness your attention span, and learn some more

S’more Amore

Original poetry by MahButtItches She writes because she cares about asses

Ducking Fucks

Original Mental Wellness Comedy and Musings by MahButtItches, Unusual Imagery from GoogleFu. Many thanks to all the harvests

In Case of Emergency: Use Expletives

Original Comedy by MahButtItches, unusual imagery by mad GoogleFu

13 Rules to (hopefully) not die:

13 Rules to (hopefully) not die by

You are not the problem. You are experiencing a problem.

The hardest part about depression is realizing you’re depressed. We all use words to deceive ourselves. It’s not depression, I’m not depressed I’m just like … miserable and I don’t know why. I just know it’s my fault. I’m not depressed, I’m just really tired and cranky. I’m not depressed, I just generally don’t want...

Think about TACOS!

T hank you for what you have creates A bundance - which shifts you out of powerlessness, fear, and seeing problems into C hoice which is your power to Create O pportunity and S olutions in every situation

The Purpose of Pain

5 years ago, 2 people fought and 5 lives imploded. Countless others were hurt in the fallout. 4 years ago, I was continuing to be a functional alcoholic, self harming and taking out all my pain by starving myself and living on beer, a slice of ham and multivitamins. 3 years ago, I left the...

On Dirty Counters and Anxiety – How to lose your shit over dumb shit (with style)

I had a panic attack last night because the counters were dirty. There I was shaking, heart trying to climb out of my chest ala Alien, and my brain running away in storyland. Because the counters were dirty. Initially, because I’m human, I was pissed. Like, “this? This is the hill we’re dying on today?...