Fluff and Bunkum is the successor to Bleached Bone Valley. It is still the blog of a (slightly more than) half-crazy, (not so) newly medicated, middle-aged woman living in the desert southwest of the United States (aka Arizona). She will hereinafter be referred to as
AZ Gringa, Gringa, or AZG for short Jennifer (special dispensation will be made for those who cannot think of her as anything other than ‘G’). Also, from this point forward Jennifer will stop referring to herself in the third person.
There. That’s better.
I am a wife, mother, and would-be doer of good deeds who aims to use this blog as a therapeutic tool in the quest for mental well-being. Fluff and Bunkum will address health related topics such as fibromyalgia, depression, medication, etc., as well as parenting, books, music, and anything I find interesting and that reminds me that there is more to life than feeling like crap. Occasionally, however, I still feel like crap, and I will write about it. So here are a few tips for anyone who decides to follow this blog:
- I can be very entertaining, but entertaining you is not always the primary purpose of this blog. I have another blog in the works for that. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.
- I can be very friendly and supportive, but I won’t always be here for you. I need to concentrate on my own shit right now because I have people in my immediate natural environment who need me more than you do. Sorry. That’s just the way it is: Family First.
- Sometimes I go to dark places. I do try to use appropriate trigger warnings. Consider this the first.
- You don’t have to read everything I write (or anything, for that matter), nor do I expect you to comment. If you don’t like the dark stuff, feel free to skip it. It’s one of the perks of being an adult, and I won’t think twice about it.
- It is not, nor has it ever been, my intention to make anyone feel as though I think my life is oh-so-much-worse-than-everyone-else’s. If you find yourself starting to feel that way, then this probably isn’t the blog for you. You should probably stop following me. You have that power.
- Anyone who berates me for the things I’ve written or who tries to shame me or tell me that I “need to be more positive” can suck it. This is MY blog. And before you go riding off on your high horse to shit on another person with depressive disorder and recurring thoughts of suicide, do us all a favor and give some thought to the idea of not being such a giant dickweed.
I know it’s hard for those of you who can’t relate, but every now and again I write something you don’t like, and someone else comes around and says, “I know exactly what you mean.” I like to think that those people feel validated and understood in a way that maybe they didn’t before. I like to think that they feel a little more comfortable talking about things that are difficult for them. It’s entirely possible that I’m wrong. What I know, however, is that I feel a lot better when I have an opportunity to say out loud all the things I was expected to keep hidden. This may not have value to you, but it does to me.
If you find that you’d like to email me, I have a spiffing new email address that’s much easier for me to keep track of than the old one. And who knows? I might even answer directly.