EllieCub 📝🍫

@elliecub.bsky.social

Hedgehog, hobbit, writer. #OFMD #GoodOmens | TeaCubOx on AO3 | https://ko-fi.com/epmade

Because tell the truth and shame the devil: I'm doing my best to keep busy (giving my room a clean while watching Rhys Darby standups) but my OCD is prodding at me and telling me to do things I don't want to do which I know will hurt me and cause me more anxiety. I just need a break.

CW: Depression/suicidal thoughts. I don't really have anywhere else to put this. I don't feel well. I've tried so hard to feel better - walk to the park, read a little, making plans for the future. But I'm just not well. I don't feel good. I feel like giving up on life because what's the point?

Random thoughts on the 1997 film Titanic, ending-focused (and no, I'm not bringing that fucking door into it): Rose dropping a valuable necklace that was worth £lots into the ocean is a narrative choice, sure but you know what? She could have used it to help others.

CW: Pet death. Charlie, my dog-nephew, has passed away. He was a part of the family from his puppyhood, brought by my brother to help my then pregnant-SIL feel more secure when he was away. He grew up alongside my two eldest niblings who adored him and his first year was my Mum's last.

Back from London. Tired but it was lovely and I got through it. Now though, I wouldn't mind some fic recs where characters (co-captains and/or ineffables) find what they truly need in each other after mistakenly seeking happiness elsewhere. I need the reminder.

The last week has been hard. I've been struggling with depression and tomorrow am supposed to be having an afternoon out in London with my friends. And I just don't want to go. I know it would be good for me and it's not about me but I just don't know if I can face it, or fake it even.

If I manage to get through the summer without murdering any customers (especially defensive parents) it'll be a miracle. 'My kid didn't actually touch that.' WTF THEN IS YOUR KID DOING BY LEANING RIGHT OVER THE BARRIER WITH THEIR OUTSTRETCHED LESS THAN AN *INCH* FROM THE ARTIFACTS???

Not me pretending to fire off a Very Important Text That Requires My Undivided Attention right now because my Uber driver, God bless him, will not stop chatting to me and I am tired and depressed and not feeling very communicative.

I really don't like myself right now. I'm feeling a horrible case of jealousy and feel like a terrible person. The last few days have been hard because my future feels so hopeless and I feel I'm seeing what I'll become if I don't make changes. I don't have much optimism for my life at all.