I am living, learning and terrified of the path I’m on. There’s a box of boxes in the corner of my parlor, but I fit into none of them, which depresses my inner cat.
All things work together for good.
Sometimes, you can find me streaming stories, emotionally investing in cartoon characters, vicariously living through the characters I read about, making amateur commercials about subscription box teas, and thanking Jesus that I don’t have a lawn to mow.
Once upon a time, I had a horse named Amigo. I didn’t find out about his death until a year after I’d moved off the farm. My fondest memory of him is what I refer to as a metaphor for my life: his short-term goal resulting in the rails of a rounded metal headboard holding hostage his hooves.
Everyone screws up. It’s what they do afterward, to recover from screwing up, that brands their story.
You know those psychological thrillers and supervillain plots featuring people with multiple personalities? It’s 2021 — did they not get the memo that multiple personality disorder was renamed to dissociative identity disorder (DID) in 1994 because psychologists concluded DID is instead a trauma-related disorder?
Hej. 👋 I’m Jane.
As the result of trauma, I perform best in high-pressure environments wherein I’m to make executive decisions akin to partaking in spelling bee competitions.
My style revolves around aesthetics. I only road the minimalist train for a bit — then I hopped into maximalism and learned the art of doing my own thing.
Instead of selling you a carefully-curated lifestyle, I’m living mine and inviting you along for the journey.
Topics include autism, faith, internet doings, life, mental health, pop culture, and occasional DID system ish. Autonomy, accessibility, autism — these are a few of my passions as a low-key self-advocate.
Behind the blog
First and foremost, that adult is 300% green (affiliate link). 🌱