Oh. There I am.

If you’ve been reading here you know I’ve been in a massive depression the last few months and that I’ve been doing ketamine injections to try to pull myself out and (KNOCK ON EVERY PIECE OF WOOD) I actually think it’s working. Today I went through and answered all of the emails that I’ve gotten over the last month and it was so easy. These are the same emails that have been haunting me every single day but I’d never answered (or even opened in some cases) because I didn’t have the brain power in spite of the fact that a neurotypical brain would think it was a piece of cake.

I’m writing this now because for the last few months I’ve been afraid that I’d sort of lost myself entirely. I couldn’t speak straight or think clearly or write and each day I worried that this was the end and that my brain was slowly winding down to close out for good. This seems ridiculous, but when you’re stuck in a depression that lasts this long it’s easy to feel like it will never end and that everyone hates you or has forgotten you and that the spark that makes you you has gone out for good. This is a reminder to future Jenny (who will undoubtedly be in that dark hole again) that it’s worth sticking around and fighting the battle because the spark is still there. It’s in you. It’s in me. I promise.

Also, I’ve tried to share with you some of the tricks I’ve learned in ketamine therapy in case you try it and my most recent revelation is that having a massive psychedelic trip in a dark room while people poke multiple needles in you is understandably scary so I started asking for the windows to be open and to have something sunshiney on the tv and it really helped to remind me that the world still existed and that I wasn’t dead and trapped in the sunken place. BUT. Last time I went for my treatment the nurse was like, “How about bird videos for cats on youtube?” and that sounded great except turns out it was a 5 minute loop of cute birds that continually ended with a terrifying vulture flying straight at my face.

This is fine.

I could have hit the panic button for help but by the time I had it in my hand it was back to sweet birds and I assumed I’d just hallucinated buzzard-vision but then 5 minutes later it happened again except by that time I had progressed to idouble vision and then I had two terrifying vultures flying at me. Luckily, I soon lost my vision altogether until I started to come out of it and by that time the youtube clip had done what youtube clips do and had gone to a commercial.

OF THE WORLD EXPLODING IN MASSIVE FIREBALLS.

What.

I can’t remember the rest of that commercial but then a guy in an eyepatch came on and was like, “ARE YOU IN A CULT?” and I was like…”Fuck. Am I in a cult?” And I could have just chosen to skip the ads except you can see the remote in the photo and I can assure you that it’s at least 4 miles away after 160 mg of ketamine. Luckily, the nurse stepped in and was like, “Oh. This seems like…not birds” and she was very right. So my hint to you is…don’t watch youtube and also avoid vulture videos while you’re high because they will become 3d and fly directly into your face. I’m not sure you should let your cats watch it either. Just saying.

Another thing that helped? I never get to see people leave so I always assume that I’m the only one who is literally clinging to the nurses as I walk out like some kind of terrible lightweight so this last time I finally asked and the nurse said that most people can’t walk out without help and that they never know how people will react but that there is no wrong way to be. She said she’d had grannies take massive doses and be just fine and burly men take a small dose and never return because they were too freaked out. Everyone is unique. I’m not sure why, but that made me feel better.

Yay for feeling better.

It’s Friday. Let’s have some fun.

It’s Friday and that means it’s time for you to step into my office so you can see all the videos I saved for you. Ferris Mewler is in the other chair so just sit in my lap. It’s all good. Ready?

Guess which one I am?

He’s nervous.

I want part of this made into my ringtone:

This one is medicinal: (Special note to my mom, you have to click the arrow button on the right to make it play.)

Happy weekend, y’all.

The first bloom. Or last bloom. Fuck, I don’t know. It’s a bloom. Let’s just leave it at that.

So tonight I’m going in for my 5th ketamine treatment for depression and I know some people really enjoy getting just off-their tits high but personally I enjoy a little bit until I fall into another dimension because I’m always sure I’m going to be stuck there forever but I’ve just found that if I don’t listen to the recommended meditative music and instead listen to music with words it helps remind me that people still exist and that’s helpful. Not as helpful? The fact that my playlist was all Taylor Swift and when I got to Vigilante Shit I was convinced that Tay-Tay was going to murder me so I went back in and only picked happy songs for a playlist but so far it’s only two songs by Lizzo and Billie Joel’s Zanzibar. Please give me suggestions?

And in semi-related news, I was just walking Dorothy Barker and I saw the first bloom on my magnolia tree and it was so lovely because it made me realize that maybe I’m getting a little better because I’m able to recognize something beautiful.

And then I noticed a bunch of dead petals on the ground and googled “When do Texas magnolia trees bloom?” and turns out they bloom February to April so I think what I’m actually seeing is the fucking last bloom, and I can’t tell if that’s really sad because I’ve apparently been so oblivious with depression that I missed a ten foot tall blooming tree, or really great because maybe this is a sign that I’m coming out of it.

I don’t have a good way to wrap this up because I’m starving and have to fast and I can’t have caffeine or my ADD meds so my brain is meh but I promise I’ll be better soon. Lizzo and I love you.

What to read in April

I’m having 3 ketamine treatments for depression this week and that means I can’t have caffeine or my ADD meds and that means I’ve spent a fair amount of time drifting around the house wondering what it was I was doing, or frantically looking for my phone while it was in my own hand and this is why this post may or may not make sense, but let’s try, okay?

Okay.

So if you’re already a member of my book clubs then you probably already got some weird ass emails from me but just in case you missed them or are an honorary member or haven’t joined yet (JOIN US) then here are my book selections for April:

If you’re a Fantastic Strangeling you’ll be getting a gorgeous copy of The House is on Fire by Rachel Beanland. Historical fiction at its finest, based on the true story of the infamous 1811 Richmond theater fire, the worst urban disaster in US history at the time told from the perspective of four people whose actions during the inferno changed the course of history. How have I never heard of this, y’all?

And if you’re a member of the Nightmares from Nowhere Book Club you’ll be getting the terrifying and fantastic Natural Beauty by Ling Ling Huang. Long description: A piercing, darkly funny debut, Natural Beauty explores questions of consumerism, self-worth, race, and identity—and leaves readers with a shocking and unsettling truth. Short description: BEAUTY CULT.

No worries if you haven’t read last month’s books because there are no rules to book club but in case you want to discuss I’ll open up a thread on the Nightmares from Nowhere facebook page for Lone Women and a thread for Once Upon a Tome on the Fantastic Strangelings facebook page, and if you don’t do facebook I’ll leave my thoughts in the comments below.

Need more than two books to get you through the month? Same. And April has quite a few I really liked:

The Golden Spoon by Jessa Maxwell – Like if The Great British Bake-Off and Agatha Christie had a baby.  A good comfort murder mystery.  (Yes, that is a real thing.)

House of Cotton by Monica Brashears –  An eccentric novel exploring the aftermath of the American plantation and what it means to be poor, Black, and a woman in the God fearing south.

Under Alien Skies: A Sightseer’s Guide to the Universe by Philip Plait, PhD  – On this lively, immersive adventure through the cosmos, Plait (beloved astronomer and personal friend) draws ingeniously on the latest scientific research to transport readers to ten spectacular sites, from our own familiar Moon to the outer reaches of our solar system and far beyond.

Hestia Strikes a Match by Christine Grillo – A slyly funny and subversive story of a woman looking for love and friendship in the midst of a new American civil war in 2023.

Night Terror by John Kenn Mortensen – This art book by Danish cult illustrator is reminiscent of Edward Gorey but with slightly less humor and a whole lot more bizarre terror.

The Unlikely Village of Eden by Emma Nadler – a thought-provoking and hopeful memoir about learning to adapt when raising a child with a rare genetic condition.

Happy reading and thank you for supporting your local indie bookshop!

When did the pound symbol stop being the pound symbol? I blame twitter.

The other day I was walking Dorothy Barker at night and I saw what I thought was the silhouette of a possum crossing the road but it looked sort of weird and that’s because this possum had 8 legs and I was like, JESUS CHRIST HOW FUCKING BIG DO SPIDERS GET?

So I went inside and googled it and google was, “Omg calm your tits. Spiders weigh…let’s see…

…BETWEEN 3500 to 4000 POUNDS.”

And then I sort of worried that maybe I’d fallen into an alternate dimension with giant spiders so I showed it to Hailey and they were like, “Spiders weigh 4,000 hashtags? That’s not even English” and I was like, “POUNDS, YOU SWEET INFANT. THAT SIGN MEANT ‘POUNDS’ WAY BEFORE HASHTAGS EXISTED.”

But then I clicked on the link that the factoid came from and it clarified that “most spiders are only around 2900 pounds but with options they can weigh as much as 4,000 pounds” and I was like, “I’m buying a flamethrower immediately” but I continued clicking through from under my covers and turns out it’s a type of tractor and google just likes to fuck with me.

It doesn’t really explain the eight legged possum but it is possum season (this is a real thing) so maybe it was a mommy possum with its baby walking behind it? Either way, it’s a little nice to know that we’re not living in a dimension with 4,000 pound spiders and at this point I think we just need to celebrate the little things.

I apologize to any of you who don’t exist anymore because I was too high.

This week I started ketamine treatments for my depression and if I wasn’t depressed I would write a lot more about that but my depression means that my brain is bleh and I’m exhausted so instead I’ll just say that it involves a dozen injections of psychedelic drugs over three weeks that….I don’t know…makes your brain too high to be habitable for crazy? That’s probably not scientific but I’m not sure the scientists 100% understand how it works either so whatever.

I recorded this right after my first shot this week because I’m using my phone as a video diary:

I didn’t record anything of my second session yesterday because I upped my dose and fell into a molecular wormhole and worried very much that by accessing it I was ripping apart the very fibers of space-time and that maybe I wouldn’t exist later or that maybe entire parallel dimensions were collapsing and I was disappearing people simply because I was too sad to not get high, and the nurse who checked on me was like, “I appreciate the concern but I assure you, no one died for you to be this high” and then a minute later I was like, “OMG! We all grow hair the same way that carrots grow those leafy stems and that means that we’re all root vegetable and when we die God pulls us out of the world just like we do carrots and that’s why the bible says we come from dirt and return to dirt because we’re just like carrots and if you bury a carrot top it’ll regrow as a whole carrot JUST LIKE THE RESURRECTION. I THINK I UNDERSTAND RELIGION NOW” and she didn’t respond to that because how could she? Also because it’s fucking insane and later I looked it up and turns out you can only regrow carrot stems from carrot stems, which seems like a waste of time because why do I want to use garbage to make more garbage? Am I supposed to be eating the stems? Because, gross. I don’t even eat the carrots.

I forgot where I was going with this but today I feel a tiny bit better and OH WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED MY POINT. Okay, so the nurse said that one of the best things that I can do before getting my injections is to set an intention to tell my brain what I’m going for and so my intention is “joy, energy and clarity” and while I may never reach the last part of that (as evidenced by this meandering rambling) this morning I was watching Dorothy Barker as I opened up the drawer where I keep her treats and she was so ecstatic even though she gets treats every day and I’ve decided that Dottie is now my ketamine mascot and exactly what I’m going for. We should all be as happy as our dogs.

Amen. May the carrot god bless us and keep us, including anyone who may have stopped existing during my drug-induced epiphanies. Really sorry about that. My bad.

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