In The Mind of a Kat

A messy journey through fandom, mental health and creative outlets

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I’m always, always doing something with my hands. When I’m drinking coffee, I’m holding a book. When I’m watching a show on TV (The Haunting of Bly Manor and Scream Queens are in the rotation at the moment), I have a crochet project I’m working on. When I’m walking, I have a fidget cube. There is never a moment when my hands are not doing something.

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Ah yes. Another installment of Kat Reads Books. But this time, extra spooky!

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For as long as I can remember (yesterday, I can sorta remember yesterday), I’ve had the unfortunate problem of Word Vomit. I open my mouth to put forth my very organized and succinct thoughts, and instead spit out terrible innuendos, wandering tangents, and misremembered talking points. It’s not as if I weren’t paying attention to the conversation (because I am!), but my brain and my mouth sometimes refuse to cooperate. Which leads me into the title of today’s post: Dumbassery and Inner Shame.

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Like the axe murder that just won’t quit, my fear of trying out new things returned this weekend.

But you know what? I’m fighting back.

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Okay. So I lied last month. I did not in fact read any anthologies. Fanfiction? Yes. Sci-Fi/Fantasy? Doubly yes. A smidge of Young Adult thrown in for something soft? You betcha buns I did.

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Today is the first day in a long while that I’ve skipped a morning at the gym.

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(or How I learned to accept my Neurodivergent tendencies & became über productive in very short, highly energetic bursts that leave me feeling drained for a day and a half, but hey, at least I get shit done)

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So, August is essentially over. And here are the books I read!

(Yeah, it’s mostly fantasy again.)

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My brain is an ever-roiling ocean of anger and fantasy. Its nooks and crannies are full of daydreams, nightmares and memories of conversations that happened 20 years ago. Is it any wonder I have a hard time remembering to feel emotions properly?

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