Friday, July 21, 2017

One More Light

This post will not make any sense.

I don't know where to start. I don't know what to say.

For some of you, it'll be old news to hear this story. The one about the girl in a car calling the suicide prevention hotline. For others of you, it'll be so confusing to relate to Chester Bennington.

So let's go backwards and backwards into the past. Back to late 2014, early 2015. There was no job, no money. There was no health insurance. No school, no passion. Nothing.

When people say they were in a hole, a dark and deep place in their lows, it's so true. Because there's layers and feet and too much to dig through to reach out and touch a living person. And so when this happened to me, years ago, I packed my car after a fight with my parents.

I had nowhere to go, nowhere to live. Nothing to live off except a few dollars from a job I walked out on.

I gave up hope of ever writing anything I loved--I wasn't even sure I loved writing anymore. If I honestly ever did. I had no direction in life.

At the time, I begged my best friend at the time for shelter. And she took me in.

I couldn't tell you if she knew how bad things were.

I'm not sure if she knows even now what was going through my head that evening.

But her world was marriage and date night and a third wheel. I didn't want to impose so I thought of something that would fix so many things I couldn't possibly fix. In my mind, it wasn't that they were broken or that I was. I just assumed that I wasn't compatible with living in this world.

Let me tell you what. You can't argue your way out of that. For broken, you can get parts to replace the things that aren't functioning or you can have someone fix them.

But when you see yourself as a waste of space, as a failure, as something really not meant for this world, you kinda forgive yourself in a sick way and in a way, you make peace with getting yourself out.

I sat on the couch just listing all the ways I was right. I'd never really thought anything through so this just solidified my means to the end. I mean, when you see all the things you've never been good at and you think of all the ways there's nothing left for you, understandably, you can tell yourself that it's okay.

The peace came soon and I thought, you know, I've gotten this far, I might as well just see what the suicide hotline is about. I already knew I was going to do it. I didn't have a lot of options. I had tried to reel myself in several times before, but I'd never seen the bottom.

I went to the car, saying I had an important call to make. Not that I thought anyone knew what I was talking about.

I called the hotline and got a guy named Al or Allen (who I am trying to find.) We were talking and some of the things he asked, I didn't want to say.

I think a part of me already knew I was going to make an attempt because I vaguely remember reading things about how suicide hotline people had a pretty high suicide rate themselves or how they could dispatch police to an area.

He knew he'd be getting nowhere with me so we talked. I surprised myself by knowing exactly how I wanted to die.

I'd always really loved driving and I knew I could drive for a few hours to a desolate place and you know, drive my car right into a bride thing and boom, done.

I wanted it to be far so there'd be less of an issue. I considered leaving my ID or scrolling a note on the back of a receipt that said no living relatives or something so no one would be bothered.

I felt better telling him and knowing he wouldn't find me in time. If he could trace my phone, I was already planning on dropping it in a garbage bin somewhere opposite of where I was headed. It'd be moot to send police after me. It just would be.

I was pretty calm after awhile, just letting things fall into place, when I heard him get slightly panicked.

I'd done enough damage in one lifetime to not feel horrible immediately. I think I apologized profusely.

The last thing I wanted to be was the person who broke his heart and made him feel like I felt. I swore up and down I wasn't going to do it anymore and he begged me simultaneously to stay on the line.

I couldn't cope with that. I didn't want to be thrown into a center to protect suicidal people. I didn't want to bring that to other people in my life so I hung up.

He kept calling and calling. And I thought of throwing my phone away. What did I have to lose? But I kept it.

I felt so guilty, I went to movie night, minded my own business, and didn't even cry that night. I felt so bad for terrorizing that poor boy.

He kept calling and calling the next day until he gave up. And the only thing that made me feel better was that he knew I must have been alive. He knew how I was going out and that sort of thing made the news and I kept ignoring his calls too.

I prayed, the first time in a long time, that he was okay. That he'd feel stronger that he'd please just be okay.

I went to pick up some stuff from my parents' house and my dad and I made up. It wasn't and isn't the end of my almost suicide story. And it's not necessarily a sad thing. Hear me out.

One of the things that I sorta learned by myself over the years is that there's this thing where yes, more people are recognizing and owning depression and other mental illnesses. Going to counseling, taking medication if they need it, supporting and promoting self-care, but there's also this other dark side no one likes to talk about which is, in my opinion, the reason so many people with chronic, reoccurring or just season depression.

You will not win.

It's not something you get over. It's not a flu where you get rid of it, babes. It's not.

Some of us have it for all of our lives. We might be able to control it with one remedy or the other. Some of us will only have it rear its head every few years, some every few hours.

People need to stop telling us that we're going to beat it. It's not a defeating thing to say you have to get up and do this all over again. It's not.

Babe, you survived the day before this. You can do this again today. It gets tiring. Of course it does but you only have to fight battles in increments you want to.

It's not easy, but it's not fair to tell someone that there will always be nonstop happiness. That the dragon's slain and there's no more sadness.

We are always growing. Always, always, always. And every new person we are we will have to face new dragons. Things will be hard, but we are made to be resilient.

I've been trying to look for Al for the longest time. I just never really wanted to come out and say it. I was scared that by telling the Internet about him that he was going to be upset with me or that I'd find something horrible out, but I wanted to let him know I lived all these years and I will live many more because of our phone call.

His job was in no way easy. But listening to me and talking to me about little solutions, it carried me to a few months later to an even that has saved my life.

I'm not saying the next phone call you make it will help you. If you are suicidal or have depression, all I want you to know is one you are not alone and two this isn't your fault.

Go easy on yourself. There were some days where I could do something as complex as listen and mend other people's problems at the day job and there were some days where lifting a spoon was the great achievement.

Every day there's this thing where I have to start over. Yesterday doesn't matter in a sense. Tomorrow doesn't either. Today, I chose to progress in my writing, to find good things to do for others, and to live.

I don't have to become a celebrity. I don't have to become the happiest human being on Earth. I don't have to be the world's most vied for spouse.

I just had to be alive. Just to see what the day was about.

Every day for me is a day that can break me. I never know what will happen. I think about rock bottom a lot more these days. I could be seeing it really soon. Sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to climb back out of the hole I was in, if the footholds from before are still where they were last time.

But every day I tell myself to just do what I think I can and if nothing else can be done, just don't aggravate myself.

I mess up some days majorly. Some days I cry until I can't see. Some days I'm furious and I miss out on thanking God for the sunshine. Some days I fuck up and I slide backwards.

But then the next day starts and it's all over again.

We have to pick our battles. We have to keep our energy up.

As a kid, I heard: evil never dies, but good never gives up. It's an always thing.
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Back when all of this bottom of the well thing happened to me, I didn't have faith. I did and I didn't. I was raised Catholic. Did all the little rites and everything.

But after my auntie died of cancer, I was constantly mad at the sky. Constantly mad at everything and everyone because no one in the world should die before 40 and leave behind kids. No one who loves life should be torn away.

Oh and by the way, sometimes that's shitty too when you're suicidal. You feel ungrateful for not having a way out. Take it from me, stop being so hard on yourself.

A few months after my talk with Al, I got dressed in clothes that just barely fit me. I'd gained weight from stress eating and I didn't want new stuff to grow out of, but I got in the clothes that passed as presentable and I drove down to my school to see if there was any way we could pause my payments until I got a job.

I was nervous. I was having flashbacks to Al. I wondered if he'd pick up the phone again if I called.

I went to a place where I was going to do the first attempt anyway so it all seemed to fall into place too.

I was a true believer in signs so this was just soothing in a way but also horrifying since I'd stepped back into my family's lives.

So I drove to the school, met with the financial person and in literally ten minutes, she smiled and said yup and let me know when you have a job and we'll go back to payments.

I must have sat there looking lost for a moment. I walked out in a daze into the sunlight. Everything seemed to be normal for everyone else.

I felt like a grenade with the pin out and I was scared for people around me, but I didn't go off. And that was weird too.

I expected carnage as I backed out and headed home. The drive home was three times the time of the meeting and it was just so weird. I thought of my phone and how I didn't realize I could have probably just said as much over the phone and gotten the same reply.

I expected to feel humiliated and to feel low after telling them I had no money and no income but I just walked out and no one stuttered or paused or gave a second thought.

I got stuck at a nasty stop light. I remembered it from my days in school. And I'd swear on a stack of bibles that I thought I wasn't alone in the car.

As an ex-Catholic-slash-maybe-atheist-slash-God-hater, I thought I knew the presence riding in the passenger seat. And no, Carrie Underwood, it was not Jesus.

I had flipped off the ceiling and the clouds and statues and saints. I'd bashed, ripped, laughed at, thrown away all this religious memorabilia. I had shut down and basically sang hail satan to my Christian family, but I swear there was a person riding with me.

I've told such a small group of people that story, mainly because I didn't know how to say it and feel right about it. I don't know. I just--the story has always been strange and surreal to me. It wasn't like I looked over and there was a bearded man there.

I was stopped at a stop light and you know how sometimes you can sense someone walking to you or in the room? How there's almost static in the air? I could almost outline the static shape in my passenger seat.

Calm and quiet as ever. Probably had always been there. Probably sat down next to me in the financial office. Probably sat in the passenger seat with me while I poured my heart out to Al. Probably would have sat with me when I drove that car around concrete.
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I had been so mad and so distraught for so many years at that point, almost five, that I had begun to think there really was no God. So to feel someone sit beside me despite the silent treatment, it's safe to say that I drove really slow and in tears the whole way home.

You know, a few months after this drive, I still wasn't getting a job so suddenly one morning while getting dressed, I thought of that precious aunt I lost years ago. I asked her for help. I don't even know why. To this day, I can tell you I have no idea. I just blurted it out.

The same day I got a job. It's funny because that job sucked but I got out of the house, I met a nice lady, I had a lot of beautiful and weird and wild experiences and because of that job, I found the job I'm at now.

And call me crazy. Call me a nut job. You can't bring me down, but I believe this job I have now was her intention all along.

Because I have an incredible support system. Incredible friends.

I could never stand a place for too long before. I always was skipping out on jobs or quitting or giving notice or falling off the payroll and I've spent way more at this new job than I have anywhere else. Happily, for the most part, haha.

My bills get paid. I go out. I have money. I have a loving and wonderful family. And I have faith.

I just wrote all of this down and I still can't believe this is what is basically the end of the story. (In a way the end.)

In that car that night, I couldn't fully use my lungs. I couldn't even imagine another minute going by. I hated the idea of morning. There was no way I thought I'd see the light of the next day, let alone twenty-five.

I never thought that I'd find anyone to dream of a family with. (And I did and though it was brief, it didn't kill me.) I didn't think I'd ever lose weight. (Twenty pounds and counting!) I didn't think I'd feel like I meant anything and yet now I'm impressed with most things that I do. In a totally self-loving way.

I can't believe what my life has turned into. And though my plans for the future lately have scared me to death and I know what's next isn't going to be easy--not by a long shot--I just need to let myself take every increment of time and live it like I want to.

If one day I can only pick up a spoon, I will congratulate myself for picking up that spoon.
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Every day I choose to acknowledge my depression. It's not like it's gone away. I look in the mirror, see what three hours of sleep do after stress and anxiety and I smile and say, "Let's do this again."

And I won't let anyone belittle me on that. That little thing, it took a lot of courage and pain and tears and sometimes blood to achieve. And it makes me happy to start the day fighting.

Some days I'll fuck it all up by not wanting to leave the bed or turn on the laptop or by watching numbers or focusing on the highlight reel of someone else's life instead of loving the off stage work of mine.

And that's fine. Beating depression isn't being happy every day. It's not letting the motherfucker take your life. Take your right to try again and again.

I have such senseless guilt over Chester's passing. I am so mad and sad and angry and hurt and bewildered by the news today.

But I'm not surprised either.

I've been struggling with depression what feels like my whole life so naturally, who better to rage with than with Linkin Park?

I never thought something as simple as we should get him help. I thought it was like talking to someone on the bus after a bad day or venting with a friend about feeling tired.

The signs were all there. No one would mistake Linkin Park for being subtle. But I always thought it was a vent, not a diary.

One of the best things to do as family, loved ones, friends, and fans of people in this state is to remember something. And as people who have depression or other illnesses.

You cannot save someone. You can only love them.

You can build a community. You can listen to them. You can keep their pieces together in some ways, but you can't keep them together if they don't themselves.

I know for some of you reading this, you'll be overwhelmed by that. But remember the spoon thing. Babes, you're not alone. Not by a long shot.

For loved ones, you'll feel helpless and it's not being helpless. It's self-care and it's structure. Don't build guilt where there was no intention to cause harm.

Communication is so important too. It really is. Talking. Venting. But also empowering each other. We are all capable of defeating our dragons. It might not feel like it. I know. I've seen that end, but we can do it.

We might come out all scratched up and altered from it. We might not be the same, but carbon faces great pressure and becomes a diamond.

I feel more guilt about not empowering Chester more. I feel guilt over that so this is why I wrote this post.
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After my life started to resemble a life and not just a hole, I was a little reluctant to go back to the whole God edge of it.

I hadn't told anyone it had saved me. Actually, no one even knew there was something to save me from.

I'd say 2015 it was like I was born again. Not in that spiritual sense but I feel like that year, I learned to talk again. I learned to walk. I learned to love. I learned these things all over again with less pain but more confusion than the first time.

I didn't know how any of it would turn out.

I was actually still under the impression that something would fall apart in November--which was when on top of my regular depression I'd get seasonal depression (like come on, really?)--and I'd just shrug and say, okay, time to die.

That's when I met my new boss and now coworkers/friends. Still. Just cruised along. Day to day.

I tried to be gentle with everyone. I didn't want to leave a big footprint on anyone in one way or the other, and I rediscovered a love for the field I was in.

That winter, I didn't think anyone at my new job liked me, but I was surprised not to be hurt. I was surprised when I realized I was one of the new hires that they did like.

And so again, one day at a time. I allowed myself to think you have a way out. Don't be scared. Whatever it is, we'll face it one day at a time. It'll be okay.

I treated myself with the love and gentleness I always wished someone else treated me with. It was yet again another thing that saved my life.

It also stuck around. Have I mentioned I love myself? Because I do.

Um, so as the second year progressed and I passed that first anniversary, I was a little worried. I mean, I didn't want the bottom of the well, that whole suicide plan to spring on me and not be ready for it, but there was no huge dragon to fight.

There'd be little dragons. Like thinking I couldn't possibly stay at the job I was at--I was afraid to fail when things didn't go to the speed of my drum. Like falling out of touch with certain family members.

But those little dragons they were easy to talk to. They were easy to compromise with.

A year and a half after that call, about that time at least, I was already deciding religion the way it was was not for me. It wasn't looking at people who considered suicide as people who needed help and not to be damned to hell. It looked at people with mental illness as ungrateful when I knew so many people did or thought what they did out of self-mercy or a last act of self-love.

So I figured that wasn't it but I was still spiritual. I decided to believe what I felt in the car was real. The fact that I got a job when I had tried so hard, just by asking the woman who started this journey, was also real.

And so that was where I was at. Again, I believed there were signs everywhere. In that frame of mind there was a perfect happy way to run into heavenly advice. Pinterest.

I have a full board with random little sayings that popped up and at the time that I opened Pinterest they meant something so specific to me.

Meh. Another thing no one else has to believe to validate for me. But you can see this crazy timeline of all the crazy and wonderful and painful things I had to live through 2015-2016.

But one of the things that never made it onto the board of Words to Live By were the words that keep me alive. I know, I know. I keep saying the above events happened that saved me. And they did. But they can be perfectly summed to Psalm 147: 4. Yes. I have that memorized.


Like I said, pit. Sadness. Alone. Sad. But having a being who not only created everything but could keep track of all the tiny specks of light in the sky and know their name and their struggle, how can you not love someone who knows you so well? And loves you above all the things you have done that other people might see as unforgivable?

My saving grace was God. Every time I go through my board, I just want to sing literal praises. I want to tattoo all the love I have for Him on my body so every time He sees me, He can't help but be reminded.

But friends, this is not me trying to convert you. I wouldn't know what to convert you to, first off.

This simple love taught me to give simple love. Like most things, some days I do fail and some days I just can't do it right, but I learned a lot from this passage in the last three years.

If you want the nonreligious version of this passage, despite how many people there have been or ever will be on this planet or outside of it--let's colonize the moon!--you are not alone. You are never alone. It might not always seem that way, but someone out there has gone through or is going through the same thing.

Don't be scared. If you made it this far and your story wasn't just like mine and maybe you're in the suicide stage or maybe you're in the nothing's blowing up it's scaring me stage, we share something. I swear we do. Everyone on the planet shares something with each other.

I'll pray all night for each of you. Courage to reach out is a miracle in and of itself. But I hope you do. I hope you find your Al or you find your friends who feel like your soul's family.

I understand when there seem to be so many reasons to do one last act of self-love. For those of you who have religion, in my heart, I can't imagine a creature who would sentence you to torture after living through so much.

But I also desperately hope that I meet more of you. That we become friends. And that we fight dragons together and maybe have a sundae or an exotic candy when we trip up a little.

This has been the hardest post in the world for me to write. Through tears and guilt and fear, but I can't not try. I can't live with not publishing this, raw, and maybe reaching one of you who might need to hear a survivor.

That night when I felt like there was nothing left, when the people closest to me were through hard clay ground and pebbles and I was so tired from even trying to climb out before to even think of trying again, I needed Al. I needed him more than I ever knew I needed a stranger.

There is no shame in asking for help when you need it.
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And now, even as I write this post, the first, very first post that's on Pinterest is this:

"God can turn A worryer into a warrior. A trial into a triumph. A mess into a message. A test to a testimony."
And I think I am doing the right thing. It might be hard. I have no idea how my family will deal when they find out about this, but I've seen scarier things. And I know I can face this.
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Finally, I originally named this A Moment is All We Are, after the song Chester sang after his friend died. I thought this blog wouldn't have a form or a structure. I really had no plan other than to tell you guys how guilty I felt.

I changed the title because in the hearts and lives of the people we love and we help and who help and love us, we are forever. Forever, my loves.

Instead, the title alludes to the same song by this title. You might just be one more light, one more star in this huge sky full of stars, but you are still a star. Someone knows you by name. Someone knows what you're going through.

You mean something to someone and you always will.
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If you need any help, please don't hesitate to contact me.

I have a Tumblr (Sailor Moon and Not) with open messages and asks. Anon or otherwise.

I have an email: ebelleful @ gmail.

I have a Twitter where I can do DMs.

If you want to have a virtual beer with me over Chester's life, cheers, let's do this.

If you need someone to cry with about Chester, I got you.

If you need someone to talk to, an Al, there are hotlines and there's me.

I have no doubt in my soul that we can do this and that you specifically can clear the clouds over your head or spring out a cute umbrella. And I love you all, you resilient perfect imperfect babies. And I do mean it.

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If you have any information on Al, who worked at a hotline end of 2014 (I wish I could remember what hotline I called,) please let me know! I really want to tell him what's become of the girl who wanted to wrap her car around a bridge. And to thank him for all the brave things he did that night to save my life.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Anime Clichés for Everyone

Hi, everyone!

Note: This post has been filed in the Drafts folder and never made it out back in the spring when I binged anime. So here's the post on clichés we all know and love. Enjoy!

So Magical Girl March is over!

I didn't do very well on the whole find other shows and watch them. I did Tokyo Mew Mew, Madoka Magica, PGSM, and a season of Sailor Moon. I tried Cardcaptor Sakura and I was planning on going back, but I got caught up in other things.

**If you want to rifle through some of the adventures I've had in photo sets, my Tumblr is yours for the viewing. I'm sorry in advance if you die of boredom.**

But getting back to the post, after watching a lot of anime and Crack videos (they call them crack because they are addictive) and laughing and joining the general anime community, there are some clichés/tropes/patterns that I've noticed.

This is probably not the final list. Feel free to comment which ones I missed!

(In no particular order.)


1. Getting a nosebleed when you see someone sexy

Holy cow! I first really took notice of this in a similar YouTube video poking fun at an anime. But the more I got into it, the more I realized how common it is to get a nosebleed.

Not sure if that makes anyone a prude or...overly excited?

Hmm.


2. The teacher, who is always female, has a very sad love life.

Which usually pours over into the way she teaches her students. Oi.

3. Whenever someone's called back, we usually get a shot of their feet stopping.

No one ever seems to look back at the person catching them off guard. But hey, that seems reasonable.

4. Shutting your eyes for periods of time while talking to another being.

Not sure. But have been told by others they do it as well. I only do it if I take a breath and need to separate myself from the situation.

Before I end up agreeing to something insane.

Maybe a cultural thing? I just haven't researched this one a ton so I will come back and run an edit once I do.

5. Every magical group has either a:

--rich girl
--an idol
--or an orphan living on her/his own.

Um, Japan...er...kay.

Not sure what that's about either.

6.  Running away from situations/discussions.

Again, I'm not sure if it has something to do with the maturity or age but there are a lot of runners.

7. Most characters, maybe just in the world of magic, tend to be good-hearted fighters.

Usagi Tsukino to Sakura to Ichigo Kuraski, they're all these wonderful, flawless, mostly selfless creatures.

8. Where the hell are their parents?

Not being insensitive to the orphans, idols, or extremely rich kids of Japan, but the rest are pretty much free until bedtime or dinnertime or money time. Free range parenting?

An American thing to have parents be a huge part of life? Hmm...

9. Pervertedness galore.

I think we know it from the huge, unnatural, break-the-laws-of-physics boobs and the old men falling face first into them, that there's a pervert theme for even a kid's show.

This one I might understand for reasons I wouldn't feel comfortable talking about here. HAHA! Just kidding. But animation is a huge part of Japan's world since World War II. I think there might just be a link between animators at work on kids' shows and other adult shows.

That and the real reason are probably more up to debate. Whether or not there's a higher level of sexualization in kids' shows as part of a cultural thing or just as a human thing—y'all have gone back to see Lion King as adults right?—it'll probably vary person to person, show to show.

10. The explanations.

It happens a lot more with the more action based (more boy based) anime where the fight gets stopped and the dudes (I seriously can't remember a girl doing this) goes on a long speech to explain what has happened and how the magic works.

Bleach is so bad/good at this it makes me want to melt to the ground and lose my hearing.


11. Protagonist is always a glutton.

Tokyo Mew Mew's Ichigo, Sailor Moon's Usagi? What's with the bottomless pits?

Again, probably something with how we perceive kids. They're not conscious of health so they don't care what they're doing to themselves.



This is going to part of my ongoing list so check back in in the future as I remember and scribble down some more. If I missed your favorite anime cliché, @ me on Twitter or message me at my Tumblr. I'm always on both.

XO

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Playlist! 2017 #5

Hello, my heavenly kittens!

Tis I, the person who can't decide how to punctuate the word tis. Apostrophe somewhere? Yes?

Anyway!

I'm back with another playlist. This time, with one that's a tad bit more universal than the last. I think I've done one of these types before but never with the same music.

I got this music again from following various recommendations on YouTube and weeding out the ones that just didn't catch my interest.

This pile is for dramatic type moments. Not much more to say, fried from work, so enjoy!

YOU DON'T KNOW by Katelyn Tarver


UNWORTHY by Vancouver Sleep Clinic


STAKES by Vancouver Sleep Clinic


SOMEONE TO STAY by Vancouver Sleep Clinic


BONUS ROUND!!!!!



Because we all need a stupid laugh every once in a while.


XO
eb

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Nighttime Routine

Hello, little wonders!

I almost titled this Come Sleep with Me and I realize now how stupid that is. God. Help. Me.

Anyway!

Lately, I've had a broken way of sleeping, but for the last few months, I've been quenching my story-lust with audio stories!

YouTube is actually full of great narrators. I fall asleep, like my father and his father before him, listening to stories.

In my case, horror.


I know. Who would have guessed?

Right now, I'm trying to restructure an old NaNoWriMo novel (just to change the pace of the editing process which is DEADDEADDEADTOME.) And the novel has a lot to do with wendigos. So fun!

I almost fucking screamed because someone just messaged me. hashtagFUCK
So I'm here to fill your lives with nightmares by sharing my favorite narrators!

First up! I just discovered this dear.

JUST CREEPY

Smooth reading, so far great content, love listening. Not a huge fan base. (Only 10k? Rising star!) But great so far.

LAZY MASQUERADE

My current favorite. Lazy is hilarious and great to listen to. Lots of life and personality and as a bonus to varied content, I nearly pissed myself listening to him narrate hate comments.



He's got a knack for making me late to work.

CORPSE HUSBAND

This being is the one I'm most conflicted about so I will tell you why: that voice is


Love his voice. Deep and he seems like a funny guy too. Only issue here is that he doesn't update as much as he used to. Sorry.

CHILLS

Chills is everywhere!

Lists and stories and different channels.

It took me a while to get into the narrating style but this narrator I feel has the biggest hustle of them all. I can't take two steps into scary YouTube without running into Chills.

BE. BUSTA, URMAKER, LADY WHITE RABBIT

I listen to these narrators a little less but still discovering really great content!

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I listen to so many great people I KNOW I'm missing someone on this list. If you guys have anyone great and new I should check out, please let me know! I am not incredibly picky.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

So Convenient

Hello, my little surprises.

Just going to do a short post on something that's been on my mind all day.

Today is Father's Day.

Which is a great source of joy and tears in my family. My father is a caring warm individual who loves kids and people so much, he kinda just adopts people as he goes. He's got a way of claiming hearts.

We're super thankful and lucky here in my house to have him 98% of the time.

And for the last few years I haven't really been so active in social media during this time, though my dad ever the hard-worker decided to do some reno today of all days. So I browsed and answered messages and well wishes and posted selfies.

I was actually shocked by the amount of people who could give a rat's ass about fathers.

I mean, I know a good handful of people who don't have the best dads. The ones who know theirs, but across the board, almost no one posted pictures or said anything.

Staggering.

I clearly didn't grow up in that environment. So it's perplexing in a way. I'm still trying to wrap my mind about so many people being so bad that their offspring wouldn't send one measly "Happy Father's Day" post across Twitter or post a food selfie on Facebook.

Not that I'm judging you. I just never grasped how vast it was--or maybe my company has changed a lot over the last few years. And that's true.

But I'm not here to talk about that--though honestly I can't stop thinking about it. I'm here to talk about the complaints I've been seeing.

About people being insensitive by saying Happy Father's Day (to the general public) or Facebook doing the post a selfie in a frame thing.

Now I can see the argument both ways. Sadly, a pinchful of people I know have lost their mothers, so seeing the frame for Mother's Day was horrible. Even I wanted to shut their computer for them, but I could see how for people like me who have much to be grateful for, it's nice to see an international day of celebration for daddies who deserve it.

So what's the solution?

I can't help but notice, like the rest of you, how GREAT Twitter is at suspending accounts for defending people getting bullied and how WONDERFUL Facebook is at not shutting down live killings, but can't seem to figure out how to pick and choose from keywords who to promote Mother and Father holiday things.

It's funny, isn't it? How we can have round avis but not bullies and bots kicked off microblogs. Funny how we can spread fake news and not make special offers hidden unless looked for.

I don't mean to be one of those guys, but I wouldn't feel left out if the frames for selfies or virtual cards were something I had to go looking for in special features. The thing about genuinely happy people is that they don't need require others to feel bad about an already uncomfortable situation.

To all of you who can't or won't celebrate, I hope you enjoyed your day. I hope it was good weather and you got stuff or nothing at all done. I hope that any asshat who crossed your path runs into a wall nose first.

I love you all.

XO
The ebelleful Clan

Friday, June 16, 2017

Playlist! 2017 #4

Hey buckets full of wonder!

I'm finally awake.

How are you all? I am ecstatic coming off an incredible birthday, which will in fact get a full post in a way in the future (probably five years from now if we're being honest.)

I haven't been in the mood to blog. Or write. Or edit. Or read. Or watch new movies or old ones.

And I thought I had other interests at first or maybe that I was too busy but ACTUALLY, science has shown that if you don't get enough sleep, we're talking less than three hours of full sleep, you tend not to feel like yourself.

But this is the second day I've actually had a full night's sleep. Full post on tips for that too, if some of you are in that boat.

So I'm happy and awake and happy! Probably lost more than a few brain cells but you know what? I haven't lost a few of my brain cells at least.

Anyway, with all that happening, it's been hard to find new music. But I've finally scratched up enough for themed playlists. I've listened to quite a lot of suggestions from YouTube (some I have thankfully blocked from my brain) and weeded out some of my favorites.

WARNING: angry, loud music

FEELING NOTHING by The Plot in You


INSPIRE THE LIARS by Dance Gavin Dance


And this one which I thought was going to be a parody of Summertime Sadness. Watch the video. Keep Summertime Sadness in mind. This is shocking and wonderful:

SUMMERTIME GLADNESS by Dance Gavin Dance


Well that's it for today. Thank you so much again for not burning me down and at least clicking here.

You can follow my shouts to the void on Twitter. Send me adorable Sailor Moon stuff here.

Ciao.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Day 100!

Hello, my lovelies.



I know not a lot of you are left doing this challenge. I honestly thought that with a buddy, it'd be easier to be held accountable. And maybe motivating and fun to see a MadLibs sort of story by the end of it, but I'm included in the lot who found this hard (in the sense I had no idea what I was writing.)

Scheduling was chaotic. Messaging. Inspiration-ing.

I think next time, at least for me, it'll be more of a 30 Day Challenge, just to get in the groove of writing again at a set time. Because that is important to creativity.

You wouldn't think having a schedule and a set time to be creative would foster imagination, but your brain will program itself in due to time to think in different ways to get the words flowing.

I think as far as long challenges like these, I'll save for people who have never written before. I did something very similar when I started writing earnestly (read: obsessively.) I think it helped me work every single day, with a few exceptions, on different things that involved creativity.

Now I'm not great at endings, so for the last challenge, I think the best thing to do is my favorite kind of ending. The circular. Try your hardest, to go back to that first sentence and mirror it.

If you need to jog your memory, here's Day 1.

And for those of you who didn't just TLDR The Vampire Diaries like I did, that ending, right??? Holy crap!



If you want to share, please please please tag me in your 100 Challenge post so I can read what you created. I'll be posting mine below as well. As far as I got:

"You thought the jump would kill us and you let me jump!"

"Ssh, they could still be up there." He slowly lifted his finger to point out the edge of the copper canyon.

A few fluffy white clouds lazily dragged behind the scalloped edge of the canyon.

There was a lone, echoing cry above us, some bird of prey had sent as a sonar.

The eerie muted wail of sirens jarred the vibrant desert reality around us and we ducked closer to the flowing water.

The water picked up in the middle where we landed, fast and to a rhythm.

We scooted off the edge and pulled our feet from the bottom to be pulled down the river.

The ride down stream sounded boisters in my ears but no one ever showed up along the top of the canyon; cue the horror score.

I shot a glare at Davin as his lifepreserver bounced off rocks, stopping him.

He didn't notice me.

"We just prolonged our deaths," I say.

"So?" Daven trudged out of the waters, stumbling over the rocks.


Without shoes, I was way more graceful climbing up the pebble bank.

*shudder

*UPDATE: I forgot and the damn thing didn't post the blog!

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

It's Almost My Birthday

Hello, my little wonders!

I don't usually do this kind of post but I think I am committed to doing something different.

I've had people asking me what I'm doing, what I want for my birthday for the last month. Which is funny because we still have two weeks to go.

I kinda hate my birthday for that reason. I never want to ask for too much or ask for something and someone totally ignore me about it anyway. (Sadly has happened before.)

But I thought of a way to feel guilt free is to do something for someone else.

My birthday, my 25th to be exact, is June 11th.

I'm totally blessed. I have everything that I need. Food, shelter, clothes. I have a day job that I love with people I love. I have my family healthy and happy around me.

I don't need anything else.

So while I wondered what I needed, I realized I didn't, duh, but I figured someone else always does. So I thought of asking you guys to join me in spreading a little love.

I set up a donation page on my Facebook. A donation page for birthday fundraisers, wow! Didn't know about those.

Cancer has affected me and changed forever who I am by teaching me incredible amounts of pain. I know a lot of you, if not all of you (and isn't that fucking shitty) are in the same boat. You can donate there, if you'd like.

Or, if money is not readily available, volunteer. Do something nice.

Teach kids who don't have a librarian the joy of reading. Donate your books.  Sit down and have a chat with someone going through a hard time.

Right now, every time I log onto Twitter, it's with my fists up. It's gone from publishing and our silly little fictional worlds (how I miss them) to political despair. The world seems so grim, that I think if we can't find the light, we should be the light.

Donate to ACLU, to any issue that is a human rights violation. Help at a shelter. Donate clothes and blankets. Give blood.

I've spent twenty-five years on this beautiful planet and I thank my lucky stars that they've gone as well as they have. A few defining lows, but mostly steady highs. I try my best to do what I can when I can, but I'd really appreciate it if the people who were looking to do a little good, or celebrate with me my life, would lend me a hand in helping others.

I adore you all. Thank you so much for all these years of readership and companionship. The writing community has always been full of morbid fun and friendship. Even writing this, I know so many of you will help. And I thank you so much for it.

Any act of kindness helps. No need to tell me either.

And by the way, I believe this boy, would like some birthday cards. So please join me in sending some!


I love you all!

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Why Tokyo Mew Mew was so BAD

Throwback to my 2015 post! Don't remember why I never pubbed this but here are some thoughts from my anime binge.

I'm on a magical girl binge. I blame Hulu, the wonders of fan subs on Youtube, and of course my upbringing (and apparently genetics.)

But anyway. I recently devoured all 52 episodes of Tokyo Mew Mew--because who needs sleep? And it was AWFUL.

First, as I mentioned on various sites, I am scared of spliced creatures. Except these:

Still watch on loop at night after my horror story binge


And you can also find them on Youtube. Some of them, from when I last watched. (2011)

So that was a major dislike of it, though that really isn't anyone's fault but mine. So I let that go. But as the story progressed I realized several things, all disturbing to any sane individual.

One, anyone could kiss the heroine on the mouth and get away with it. And she'd go on with her life. I get it. I was a teen once too. Depending on your friends, that sometimes happens, but they were not friends who kissed her.

And the villain Kisshu was constantly calling her a toy (cultural thing?) and starting fights with various people, including her, to take her away. Constantly asking her why she wouldn't obey, yadayada.

Now, you might think, hey, it might be like some cultural thing since SPOILER (a fight to date her has happened between the dad and the boyfriend) but in one episode, the youngest of the magical girl team calls arranged marriage archaic.

Um...?

It disturbed me to no end, really.

Then there was the YA Special! Anime style. The protagonist, Mew Ichigo or by her street name Ichigo (???) ignored everyone and put her boyfriend on the highest pedestal. Which wasn't as bad since the friendship was so painfully lacking that I believed it half the time. But she pulled a Juliet speech out of her ass several times and nearly got the planet destroyed for the same reasons.

There were so many things wrong with it, that I'm just illustrating the tip of the iceberg. Every episode was useless as the thing they were supposedly looking for was usually not around and usually setting false alarms.

The twist ending problem that launches the battle to save the world was so suspense-less I wasn't even hoping they'd die. I was hoping that I could forget I ever watched this thing.

The villains weren't very menacing. No one was out to kill for the entire series. The girls were constantly trying to SPOILER make friends with them.

Oh, and like most YAs and some animes, the protag was a caring, selfless girl unaware of anything but how to be true to her heart and meddle to help others. The worship she received even surprised her since nothing she said was necessary/helpful.

A lot of the end tried to make up friendship through this reassuring and empowering Ichigo. But it bombed.

I really hated after SPOILER Blue Knight's identity is revealed and Aoyama-kun doesn't protect his fellow warriors and Ichigo gets dramatically worse at fighting. Or that after the world is saved, they promise to be together forever. Like we really needed that to be tacked on when half of Tokyo is SPOILER a forest.

Now, there were positives and those will be ordered a lot better.

Bullet points away!
--The boyfriend wasn't the classic dick or unkind. In fact, I stayed because of him. Caring, kind, quiet, supportive. He was all of it without being forced. Any little glint of him made an episode bearable. Even his relationship with Strawberry was easy to watch.

(Spoiler: he didn't let her call him by first name. Ha!)

And he was those "I've loved you from the start but never could tell you" guys. AND YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE HIM.

--the anime started with their first date. It was nice to see an anime where people weren't rejected by the people they loved.

--the girls had JOBS. I don't know why that was so refreshing to see but the fact that they weren't just roaming around after school (oh remote parenting; probs culture thing?) was kinda nice.

~
I thought there would be a lot more positives in this post but nope. I liked the sparkles?

But I hated the music.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Day 49 + Catch Up

Hello, my lovelies!

Long time no chat!


I have incredible excuses for why I haven't posted. But we all know how the mental states and real life can drag you backwards away from blogging.

I had my computer's hard drive cable burn, had the part ordered, and I replaced it myself.

This human being is a life saver.

So from the time the part shipped out (like three freaking weeks or something) to when I got it in, immediately, I worked off my phone and basically by hand. I did a few things like try to draft a query, try to set up a writing binder, that sort of thing.

And if you've been following my tweets, you know what a disgrace I've been by ignoring all that work and jumping into the edits.

So now that I've learned a part of my lesson, filed my taxes, learned to love days off, I'm back.

For those of you still on the challenge, trying to get in the habit of writing


I hope everything's going well. It's nearly halfway there! I believe in you!

If you have any lines you wanna share, tag me! But here are your prompts:

Since I've been adding as many as possible to my Pinterest board, I thought I'd make one up.

Add to your story or react to this:

"Meat bubbles. I never thought I'd see the day."

As always, take care! Good luck!

XO

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Day 21

Hello, my lovelies!



Have you been keeping up?

I knew I wouldn't be posting as much, but I didn't expect to miss this much.

Six days isn't a lot but so much has happened since then—I started BEFORE I FALL, I got into edits, my midnight makeup game is picking up.

And that's just at home.

The bestie has moved onto other things, like purging her sins purging her house. Using this:

Which I'll also be using!

I'm starting to see why she and I are friends. I'm a quitter too, just not in the writing world.

How have y'all been? How's the writing? Is it getting interesting?

Are you bored yet? Have you fallen into a routine? How's your partner's story coming along? Is it funny? Is it stilted because of the challenge?

I hope, if anything, you got a laugh and a pattern going.

I know I've been silent as far as the Pinterest board, but I'll be getting back to that soon too! Instead, here are some prompts, for those of you who are stuck:

ONE
He whispers in my ear: "Light the match."

TWO
The fifteenth identity scared most people who weren't part of Xenorn. Just because of all the ways to die, losing your intestines to someone's identity is kinda terrifying.

FOUR
"I volunteer my sister to take my place in the Hunger Games," she said.

FIVE
Most people die when they've been decapitated, but Sir Buckley, the man who once represented the Isle, sat perfectly still with the EMT's hands cradling his head to his body. Internal decapitation was one of the many things he didn't count on tonight.

Well, my loves, get writing! Keep that up!

If you want me to help keep you on track, send me an email at ebelleful @ gmail or leave a comment below.

MUAH

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Day Fifteen

Well this is going to look super awkward on the archives.


Hey, guys!

Sorry there was no 14th. I'd love to blame it all on the buddy, so I will, but what happened was that I started edits and so I stayed up until 4:30 AM the night before my 14th post was due. Stayed up until 5AM last night and still up before I had to be!

Shoot me.

So these last few days I've looked like


and totally spaced on the post.

So other than that, some updates: Bestie gave up before I did. She's a quitter. I'd say I'm taking after her but oh no I'm not.

But kinda I am.


I have been a little occupied. HA! So I'll be putting prompts up no more. At least on here. But if I see a cool prompt, it'll be on my Already Used board on Pinterest.

Wow, that is an attractive name.

Okay, but it'll be done. Things are a bit of a mess but stick to your buddies, email those sentences.

The point is to write every day, to get into a habit. Your space to write that sentence is sacred. I will update more but less frequently. Spread your wings and fly.

And don't be distracted, like me, with House MD gifs.

So. Many.



XO

Monday, March 13, 2017

Day Thirteen

Why do I feel like today is an important date? What am I missing??


Hello, lovelies. I've spent the day quote on quote editing.

I can't even look at myself write this post. I am so sick of second guesses.

I sent my edited first chapter to the bestie and now I'm frantic because that was NOT the way to start  a story and--BREATHING.

Anyway! Last night, buds and I admitted to breaking most of the rules of the game.

I know it's shocking, but coming up with a 100 Day Challenge while you're buzzed? Doesn't actually produce great results.

I'm just happy she's moving her butt and writing.

For those of you following along at home, I have a prompt for you all right. In the scene or off screen, kill someone.

Who would I be if I didn't call for emotional drama?

Hope you weren't writing a picture book!

XO

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Day Twelve

Impossible.


I have been pretty busy lately. Reading.

No regrets. I have been thinking about letting this sentence challenge fall to the side. But that wouldn't be very nice.

Considering that the bestie is invested in something I'm making up day by day.

Anyway!

Here are your prompts. Have a lovely day having one hour less. Yeah, what a joy.





XO

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Day Eleven

Well, well, well.

Day Eleven.


I want to preface this by saying: she made me do it.

Thanks to the buddy, I didn't write a sentence last night!


We usually stay up to send each other sentences but last night, on the very last chapters of RED QUEEN, she urged me to finish. She stayed up past her bedtime in another time zone to hear my thoughts.

We stayed up until three! Bad idea. but the book is finished.

But we were not about to send sentences.

Gah. I'm turning into her and avoiding challenges. Sigh.

Don't stop believing. And if you've missed a day, no worries, that just means you owe the challenge one more day. Write every day. Get into a pattern.

You'll develop your own writing patterns soon.

No prompts today. Running behind. If you need a twist to guide today's sentence, I made a board. Go into the click-pelling world of Pinterest.

I'll show myself out.

XO

Friday, March 10, 2017

Day Ten

Is it already Day Ten? OMG.

I wish I started a diet alongside this thing.


Hello, my dears.

Nothing to report today. Other than steady as she goes. For the sake of the BFF, I've been reading my sentences. I wanted to keep going but I think she'd go mad pretty fast.

But at least it made writing happen.

Here are your prompts:





Have fun! Keep writing!

XO

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Day Nine

Steady as she goes!



Running behind because I'm reading other stuff, but here are your prompts:





Happy Writing
XO

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Day Eight

Hello, my wonders!


How was your Seventh?

Mine was actually hilarious. While the BFF was coherent, I wasn't! It was hilarious!

I mean, it sucked for her. SHE BEGGED ME to please review my work at the end of every week. Between being sick, doing edits, reading, and working, and of course having a horrible, horrible memory, I have completely messed the story up!

It was pretty funny because I read it out loud, just to follow with part of the story, and I had tears in my eyes from the laughter. It was really magical.

But anyways, here are your prompts for today!





There is four today because I loved every one of them. As always, if you need sources, I pinned them on my board, Already Used.

Have a beautiful day and write that sentence!

XO

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Day Seven

Hello, my wonderbabes!



Day Seven. The full week. You made it!

Well, half of us did.

Bestie had a thing yesterday which I logged on Twitter. TL;DR: she thinks I'm going off the rails and needs me to read what I wrote so she has something coherent for the next 93 days.

Which I had been thinking of too.

How weak.

BUT! The challenge will be just the same if you check back only after seven days. As long as you write a sentence every day, you're ahead of the game!

Do what you have to and get writing!

No prompt tonight!

XO

Monday, March 6, 2017

Day Six

Oh dear God, what am I writing?


Anyone else completely unaware of what they're writing at this point? I have 94 days to finish this thing. How did I forget so easily?

Dear God. I just want to peek at the sentences I've written but I can't lose so quick.

What have I done?

Gah!!!


I seriously don't even know what's happened in my story. Which sucks since I think the bestie is realizing what she's gotten herself into.

By the way, hers is getting too close to home. Environment, politics, and it's still in the exposition. I'm terrified of the next few emails from her.

At least she has a plan! 😁

Well, here are your prompts. You guys are seriously the bravest people I know!




Have a better Monday and don't forget to check out the endings series part one. Yes, I know I owe you guys a #6 on Practice Makes Perfect. It'll come after I get over this gunk.

Bai! XO