Cats, Minis, and Anxious Doodles

Cat updates! (No, he’s not trapped out there—he can come in through the door or open window whenever he wants)

Updates!

And some dollhouse additions 🥺

Cute updates

Anxiety is disguised as a friend. It promises that it is always looking out for your best interest. That it is protecting you and keeping you from being taken by surprise in anything in life. And it may help in some cases, keeping you from diving into something potentially risky or dangerous before thinking it over, or keeping an awareness of different possibilities. But on the whole, that friendly-looking thing with its constant stream of “what ifs” and “buts” and “are you sures” is toxic and decidedly UNhelpful. It’s voice shouldn’t be given center stage. It shouldn’t even get a supporting role.

Stay cool out there!

Mantras for a less anxious year

Over 7 years later and I still get to call you mine

Progress isn’t linear; it’s made up of ups and downs and plateaus.

Virgo with a love of cuddles, his brother, cat tunnels, and bugs. Dislikes: loud noises, citrus, when his brother is being held and he isn’t. Quirks: will also steal defrosting meat (and anything else thawing, e.g. broccoli) off of counters, eats anything (including non-edible things), gets into everything.

Taurus with a love of food (especially popcorn), cuddles, catnip toys, and supervised outside time. Dislikes: vacuums and smoke alarms. Quirks: eats plants, steals defrosting meat off of counters, screaming for attention/to go outside.

More of the cutest brothers <3

The isolating bubble of anxiety

A small selection of my minis. The little metal dog was my first mini: a gift from my mom when I was in the fourth grade. His feet point inward and his tail touches his back thanks to an accidental trip through the washing machine.

But what part is myself? How do I know when it’s me talking versus when it’s the anxiety talking?

A bit obsessed…