Don’t buy into the idea that freelancing is the most rewarding venture on the planet; it can be, but that doesn’t mean it’s for everyone.

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I’ve been freelancing full-time for six months, ever since I quit my bartending job back in March. At first, it seemed like a dream come true. I was ghostwriting a novel for a client who paid me well; I landed a consistent gig writing articles for a sexual health website; I was writing regularly for my blog, doing well enough to earn the first $500 bonus.

Then, in July, on my 25th birthday, my ghostwriting client had to put our project on hold, and though I’ve put my resume out, sent out my portfolio, and pitched clients, I haven’t been…

Shame is one of the harshest beliefs we buy into about ourselves, but neurodivergency isn’t a bad thing; it’s just different.

Chalk illustration of a person with swirling thoughts.
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My brain is wired to make impulsive decisions. Even with medication, even with therapy, I can’t always control my impulsiveness. Last week, I ordered Chinese takeout despite having a fridge full of food. In March, I quit my bartending job to start my freelancing career. It felt like a good idea at the time. It felt like I was finally moving forward with my life.

Yesterday, I filed for unemployment. One of my regular clients had to end our project early due to life circumstances outside her control, and while I’ve had other consistent work, the gap between pay periods…

A “busy day” can involve doing absolutely nothing at all when you have ADHD, but it’s not hopeless.

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Imagine being strapped to a chair, hands tied, while a fly buzzes around your head. You know the fly is there. You can hear it zipping past your ear, but you can’t swat it away. Now imagine a swarm of flies buzzing around your head. It would be an absolutely miserable feeling, but you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

For many adults with ADHD, this is an everyday reality. Well, metaphorically, at least. …

We are complicated creatures with feelings and actions we can’t always control, but we must always take responsibility.

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First, a thought experiment: Think back to a moment you regret. What’s the first thing that comes to mind? I used to envy the few people who could answer that question and say, “nothing.”

As a constant over-thinker, an anxious depressive with ADHD, I’m used to my brain being a swirling whirlwind of thoughts. …

Japanese Mythology

Tasked by their primordial elders, the lovers Izanagi and Izanami were tasked with taming the chaos of the world and gave birth to many of Japan’s most important deities.

Utagawa Hiroshige, c. 1847–1852

The world was young, floating like oil in a vast and empty cosmos. Earth swirled around itself, sunken in silence and chaos, drifting through the endlessness as a jellyfish drifts through the sea. Seven generations of kami had formed since the creation of the universe; the Age of Gods was coming to an end.

The zōka sanshin—Amenominakanushi, Takamimusubi, and Kamimusubi—the ‘three kami of creation’ resided in Takamagahara, the world of Heaven; formless and ethereal, the three primordial gods came into existence singularly and created the realms of Heaven and Earth.

Following them came the Kamiyonanayo. The first two generations of…

Driven by insatiable hunger, the Wendigo stalks the forests of North America, looking for fresh meat to devour.

‘Wendigo’ by JoseRealArt

After a fair in Edmonton on July 30, 2008, carnival barker Tim McLean boarded a Greyhound to Winnipeg traveling through Saskatchewan on the Yellowhead Highway. He took a seat at the rear of the bus, by the toilet. After a scheduled rest stop in Erickson, a new passenger boarded the bus: a tall man in his 40s, Vince Weiguang Li. He had a shaved head and sunglasses but was otherwise average, not the kind of person who immediately draws attention.

A few hours into the ride, Vince Weiguang Li moved from his seat at the front of the bus to…

Why this publication exists and what I hope to get out of it

Right now is a weird time to start a publication on Medium, I know, as the platform seems to be moving away from publications as a driving force. I think, sometimes, writers on this platform tend to get so caught up in the business of writing, in the hustle, in the grind, that we forget why we’re writing in the first place: Because we love to do it, and it’s fun.

Yuval Noah Harari, the bestselling author of Sapiens, Homo Deus, and 21 Lessons for the 21st Century, once said “Storytelling is our speciality. …

Sex workers have been fighting for respect, and the platform that gave them control over their bodies and content is stripping it away

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OnlyFans is banning sexually explicit content, starting October 1, 2021. Nudity will still be allowed on the platform, but nudity isn’t what led to the platform’s monolithic $2.3 billion in transactions. Nudity isn’t what earns 300 of the site’s top creators $1 million.

The platform’s most controversial creator, Belle Delphine, made $1.2 million in a single month. I’m not exaggerating when I say that Belle Delphine earned more than the value of my life in a single month.

Consider also that OnlyFans takes a 20% cut of all payments made to its creators, meaning in that same month, the company…

It’s not inspirational; you’re just boosting your ego

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When I started writing on this platform, I devoured every tidbit of information I could on how to make money writing. Ultimately, the only piece of advice you need is, “Write good stuff.”

Because of this information binge, I keep getting recommended articles on business, marketing, and finances; frankly, I don’t care about any of that. But my (least) favorite of these articles are the “How I Earned $$$ Last Month From Freelance Writing” pieces.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad these writers are making a living. A good living in some cases. …

Thousands of people confessed to turning into werewolves via bites, potions, salves, and magic belts. The Church dealt with them the only way they knew how: burning them at the stake.

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On October 31, 1589, in the German town of Bedburg, Peeter Stubbe was strapped to a wooden wheel, the flesh torn from his limbs with burning pincers, his arms and legs ripped from his torso. Using the blunt side of an ax-head, his limbs were broken, his head cut off, and everything burned on a pyre. His daughter watched in horror as she herself was flayed, strangled, and burned alongside him.

“In the townes of Cperadt and Bedburg neer unto Collin in high Germany, there was continually brought up and nourished one Stubbe Peeter,” reads the translation of a 16th-century…

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