Alwedo’s Substack

Then there's me. Naming em by name and publishing print. 😂😂

I live in fear of people discovering I’ve written about them on my Substack.

I have to summon Sum Sum cause I don't know the last time I handled a depression spell without him. He's going to be so proud of me. Still struggling but turns out… I have protocols. And a seizure is on the way (i was reminded because of all the crying.)

Told my bestie I was in the trenches. And needed reinforcements cause the horde resorted to praying and big faith and napping.

We avoided buying alcohol for our blues (a win). We avoided buying food for our blues… (A bigger win.)

We avoided texting anyone other than our first line of defence aka he who called me by my grandmother's name and refuses to use anything else. (Biggest win)

I hate being bipolar more than I hate my ocd… the latter is more because I didn't even get the kind that helps me …

Depression has drawn herself over my being once again. Cloaking me as a draping darkness.

Densely soaked with my tears and scares.

Desire for Death has returned and I fail to fight-

Current read of the week. It's a really lovely one. I missed this genre of romcom.

Compliments were given to the chef… so we're criticisms. I took both with pride.

Not them playing Phil Collins on this episode of Cold Case. Like that was the song for sad tragedies growing up.

Rosemary crackers and cream cheese with chorizo bits for starters. :) 😅 trust me.

Taken while I was on phone explaining to one bestie about how another bestie put me on game with this. Aka the juice I had nostalgia for. To delights of nostalgia and taste buds. To taxi parks in visited cities and ladies willing to offer direction.

I'm giving another bestie one today as the drink for our lunch. The ecosystem of the horde has skeletal layers from neurons to outside community.

Multitasking being my sugar daddy aka a working woman in contemporary 21st century… and hosting a buddy Mary Tyler Moore style…

I'm so eager. ( “A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book.” ~Irish Proverb)

And now, our favourite vixen, shall summon an assist. Cause ain't no way.

Deadlines are firm. Always.

I'm tryna cast for my play and my buddy who was #1 choice already was taken 😂😂 I'm so proud of her for being a phenomenal star in these streets!!! Bless her work and bless her world.

One of my fav humans is coming over 😊😊😊😁😁🥳

Silly fact? I never order my own food. They do. When we are out? I just sit pretty and they order for us. 😅 I'm such a sub in this friendship. Which I love!!!

We met at an art exhibition. I was going on a date with a guy I really didn't like 😅 it was what? 2022/23? Gosh I hate devotion. Anyway, he remarried. I'm happy for them.

Bonesie, you want that girl to love you? Let her love you, not some other guy you are pretending to be.”
Ernest Bazanye

We found lamb!!!!

I've hugged my dogs. Watching Cold Case with Bea.

Natalie Imbruglia is on this episode.

I am hosting a bestie tomorrow. Eeeeek. We rescheduled from two months ago cause seizure-gate. 😂😂 Sigh.

Last quarter. ❣️🤘🏿🖖🏿 may it be blessed. May I survive and live to tell the tale. If I don't survive, may the tales told be enough to sustain my memory.

Shelly has this rule of thumb. It's so simple. If ever I'm down in the dumps or nervous… or terrified or in psychosis. (Esp psychosis)

Hozier fixes everything!!!

The minute that September hits
I'm goin' off my medicine, oh
Late August angst, and a pointless night
Ooh, and the feeling of being alive
For the first time, in a long time

End of August | Noah Kahan

A picture of me listening and taking notes. Did ya know me mamushka was an Executive Assistant? She was also a secretary. I inherited her incredible typing speed and ability to befriend anyone and make them feel seen. And cry 😂😂 the two of us are such cry babies. Joy, sadness, anger… tears will flow. 😂😂 when my baby girl graduates from...