The Coven

I want to tell you about my cat. Not in the cute "look at this fuzzy creature" way, though she is fuzzy and she is a creature. I want to tell you about how she got here, because the story is one I've stopped trying to make sound reasonable. Reasonable people don't believe in the Pet Distribution System. I am not one of those people anymore.

There is a moment, somewhere around 11pm, when I stand in front of my laser and ask it the same question I have been asking it for months. What if I put a piece of bread in there. What if I tried to engrave a spoon. The laser keeps teaching me the rules are mostly suggestions.

I've been on lamotrigine for a while now. If you don't know what that is, it's a mood stabilizer. I take it because I have BPD (borderline personality disorder), and without it, my emotional regulation is roughly equivalent to a cat on a ceiling fan. With it, I'm still chaotic, but it's controlled chaos...

Hi. I'm Laura. I'm neurodivergent, chronically overstimulated, and I started a shop to cope. Welcome. A year ago, my brain was doing that thing it does; running eighteen tabs, none of them useful, all of them loud. My day job wasn't cutting it. Screaming into pillows had limited ROI...