For we are all just fragile things
Soft and small and haven’t been here before

I’ve been dealing with a lot of stuff lately, so here’s a bit of vent art

Doctor’s appointments, blood tests, chronic pain, autism, a need for new glasses, wedding planning, dealing with the family I never speak to, working a job outside of art, and trying to get a hold of my new normal now that I’m on testosterone has been… a lot. I love being on T, I love getting to organize a wedding with Mac, and the job outside of art isn’t super crazy. But all of it together can get very overwhelming, especially with new things I haven’t experienced before. Even with all the happiness in my life, I feel so fragile and tender, and deal with sensory overload the best I can. A lot of the time, I just want to crawl into a corner and be away from the world for a few minutes.

And then there’s my brain that tells me the only way to achieve proper dopamine levels this time around is to buy a weighted crocodile plushie and name him “Crocodile Rock”, so how dare