I tried for a while to be consistent in posting blogs. But, like any other undiagnosed neurodivergent, schedules are hard to stick to when I’m the only one enforcing them. Serotonin doesn’t lie within a new blog post most days – it lies in playing cozy farm sims or completing daily challenges on a mobile game. Thus, inconsistent blog posts.
Truth be told, it’s not just that there’s no serotonin in blogging as an unknown author and a tiny internet presence. It’s also that I just don’t know what to say. Do I come here and vent out my frustrations at things that don’t pertain to writing? Do I keep this little piece of myself somewhat professional and on-topic? Do I even care? (the answer is always yes, even if nobody reads this.)
And I still don’t know what to say. I could talk about any number of things, but what for? What would be the reason? What purpose would it serve to give one or two internet strangers deeper insight as to what I’m going through? Is it self-serving? Is it genuine that I want people to know what’s going on? Is it oversharing? Is this all just a product of my anxiety and its ability to cripple me for months if it goes unmedicated? (the answer is, also, always yes.) So, there you have it. A bunch of words to say… nothing.
Eliza Nix 