2025/6 | acrylic on canvas | 24cm x 30 cm

Becoming and Homecoming | The joy of turning back the clock, second chances, and rediscovering myself

I healed for THIS?! Nah, I'm good.

A big part of healing my nervous system was to accept the weirdness, love it, and give myself the freedom to explore it without judgment, without labels, without diagnoses, treatments, or suppression.

The Toxic Spiral of Looking for Purpose in Suffering

It's long and hard and lonely sometimes; no one tells you how to come back from the dead. But I made a promise I intend to keep with every fiber of my being: if I got a second chance at all the things I loved and took for granted, I wouldn’t waste it this time on fear and self-doubt. I was gonna live.

TW: Religious Abuse | The deadly consequences of silence

This Tickaversary post is purposely, joyously, and miraculously late. I had a feeling long ago that it might be, and I began so many drafts of this post throughout the year to get a head start, trying to remember my experiences and progress. But so much happens in the meantime that what I wrote (which felt Really Big and Important at the time) always seems so small and insignificant. Or rather, the lessons I learned incorporate so fluidly into my life that they become routi

A little holiday self-destruction and deconstruction

This Leaf | A Poem by Joyclam

Can I respect everything in its season – winter, exhaustion, rest, grief? Can I honor Sabbath, transition, liminal spaces, unknowing?

Post-Coronial dystopia

In the war at home, I honor the sanctity of grief. My grief. Their grief. Your grief. Our grief.

Tricks and Treats for Getting Off Antidepressants (not-medical advice from not-a-doctor)

What remission from chronic Lyme is NOT is a sudden restoration to 100% health. A new life is here. And there’s no road map. Now what?