The Crippled Cryptid.

Kicking things off with a blog post close to my heart—celebrating identity, resilience, and joy in every form. ✨

Okay, so I might be running a little behind on this post—but when you’re juggling chronic illness, pup training, and whispering life back into an entire blog (👀), sometimes the celebrations take the front seat while the writing waits its turn. That said… Bear’s 11th Gotcha Day was on April 13th, and there was no way I was going to let the day slip by without celebrating my couch-loving,…

Okay, so I might be running a little behind on this post—but when you’re juggling chronic illness, pup training, and whispering life back into an entire blog (👀), sometimes the celebrations take the front seat while the writing waits its turn. That said… Bear’s 11th Gotcha Day was on April 13th, and there was no way I was going to let the day slip by without celebrating my couch-loving,…

Hello again, my lovely ghouls and garden gremlins— You may have noticed the eerie quiet echoing from The Crippled Cryptid lately. I promise it wasn’t a ghost (well… not entirely). Life simply crept in with all its weight and whispers, and I found myself pulled into the mist for a while. Winter, in all its bone-deep chill and heavy skies, tends to wrap around me like fog—thick and lingering. My…

Hello again, my lovely ghouls and garden gremlins— You may have noticed the eerie quiet echoing from The Crippled Cryptid lately. I promise it wasn’t a ghost (well… not entirely). Life simply crept in with all its weight and whispers, and I found myself pulled into the mist for a while. Winter, in all its bone-deep chill and heavy skies, tends to wrap around me like fog—thick and lingering. My…

TW: Medical, Mental Health, Pet Loss, Fourth Wing, Onyx Storm         Wow, okay. So, let’s see if I even remember how to write one of these.         Let’s start by saying, no, I didn’t die. I didn’t fall off the face of the earth. I just kind of stopped existing in writer’s spaces for a little while. Writer’s block and impostor syndrome has been kicking my ass. And so has the inevitable book…

TW: Medical, Mental Health, Pet Loss, Fourth Wing, Onyx Storm         Wow, okay. So, let’s see if I even remember how to write one of these.         Let’s start by saying, no, I didn’t die. I didn’t fall off the face of the earth. I just kind of stopped existing in writer’s spaces for a little while. Writer’s block and impostor syndrome has been kicking my ass. And so has the inevitable book…

(TW: Mentions of Abuse, Strong Language, Possible Mentions of SA, Mentions of Alcohol, & Relationships.)           I’ll be the first one to call myself out and tell you that I haven’t done a whole lot of reading this year. I don’t know why but, I just keep finding myself in a slump, and I swear it all falls around one fucking trope that makes me want to eyeroll myself into the next dimension…

(TW: Mentions of Abuse, Strong Language, Possible Mentions of SA, Mentions of Alcohol, & Relationships.)           I’ll be the first one to call myself out and tell you that I haven’t done a whole lot of reading this year. I don’t know why but, I just keep finding myself in a slump, and I swear it all falls around one fucking trope that makes me want to eyeroll myself into the next dimension…