on Chronic Illness – the Infinite

a young forest in a late afternoon light

Journal Entries/on Chronic Illness

november 7 journal: bring me a song

Posted on November 7, 2023 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

Maybe not all magic is meant to be understood.

a three dimensional web of green rope against a clay colored background

on Chronic Illness/on Mental Health/on Queerness/the Pandemic

fragments of self

Posted on May 30, 2023 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

The self that exists in meatspace and on the internet has become fragmented in a way that deeply upsets me.

on Chosen Family/on Chronic Illness/on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Decolonizing/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Mental Health/on Queerness/the Pandemic

I write what hurts my feelings

Posted on April 25, 2023 by Nix Kelley / 1 Comment

The pain leads me to what is true.

a comic in three panels. first panel is a mouse saying 'don't dwell on past mistakes.' second panel is a different mouse saying 'oh god...' third panel is the second mouse saying 'that's exactly what I did yesterday.'

on Chronic Illness

how to lose a bunch of writing time

Posted on January 19, 2023 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

cw: chronic illness experience I’ve had a fair amount of time now with my chronic illness diagnoses — my doctor has been very good at pinpointing what’s going ...

a three panel comic of a yellow bird and a purple computer chair. in the first panel, the bird says 'I can finally fix my posture in this new chair'. in the second panel, the bird sits in the chair and says 'ahh so comfy. let's play a bit'. in the third panel, the bird is sitting across the seat with legs in different directions; a caption reads '~40 minutes later~'.

on Chronic Illness/on Happiness/on Hope/on Neurodivergence/on Queerness/the Pandemic/the Work

this is all about me: I have become older

Posted on August 23, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I have had a whole year to be forty-three, and I think it mostly went well. Forty-four is a weird number and I am looking at it with squinty suspicious eyes.

in a dim foggy light, a small winding river is lined with tall grasses and snow-frosted pine trees

on being Exvangelical/on Chronic Illness/on Generational Trauma/on Praxis/on Queerness

can you see in the dark?

Posted on November 3, 2021 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

You aren’t alone; but the more alone you believe that you are, the more your messiah complex will be able to dictate your feelings and choices.