Little Boonie

The Fictional Diary Of An Optimistic Gender Neutral Child With Anxiety — Dear Little Boonie, I tried to cook a meal today. Mac’N’Cheese. It didn’t start as Mac’n’Cheese, but it turned into Mac’N’Cheese. I didn’t have any heavy whipping cream. I like cooking, but the energy necessary to fuel yourself for every meal gives me anxiety — so I don’t eat all…

The Fictional Diary Of An Optimistic Gender Neutral Child With Anxiety — Dear Little Boonie, To be the best. The need to be the best. The potential to be the best. Is that a curse? Is that some privilege I’ve been given and would be a fool not to take the chance? I think the lemonade is getting to my head. My…

The Fictional Diary Of An Optimistic Gender Neutral Child With Anxiety — Dear Little Boonie, I had a Pumpkin Spice Latte for breakfast last night. My sleep schedule continues to dwindle down any sense of energy I might have. …

The Fictional Diary Of An Optimistic Gender Neutral Child With Anxiety — Dear Little Boonie, Most of the time, I’m tired. Even if I slept quote unquote well, I’m tired. I like writing out unnecessary anecdotes like that — there’s a sense of humor in it that gives me a small chuckle now anytime it naturally comes up. It’s a good way…

The Fictional Diary Of An Optimistic Gender Neutral Child With Anxiety — Dear Little Boonie, It is usually dark. The harsh realities of insomnia keep me from seeing anything but the early rising of the sun, and when I wake, it is usually setting by then. The first hour or so is just me laying there, fighting the urge to refill my…

The Fictional Diary Of An Optimistic Gender Neutral Child With Anxiety — Dear Little Boonie, They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, but lemons were cultivated by humans, so life doesn’t actually give you lemons. I’m supposed to write down my thoughts. That’s the cliché advice my therapist, or counselor, if you prefer, told me to do. Are counselors and…