Dear stardust clumps, Lately I have been stuck thinking about the origin story of Sickly Stardust. Not only my blog alone, but my entire life as a chronically ill person. Momma Rose asked me recently if I remembered when exactly I became ill. I explained to her that while I had been sick since birth,… Read More Eleanore Vs. Being My Illness
Dearest readers, Today the weather matches my insides. The sky has returned to its usual grey gloom, raining not enough to be beautiful but just enough to make the day feel a little bit sad. I awoke this morning sore and unrested despite oversleeping, and as I became more conscious my mind felt the… Read More Eleanore Vs. The Infinite, Inside Battle
Dearest things that are called humans, Jeez, that title is way too long, but it is accurate. Once again it is a beautiful blueberry day here in St. Louis and I am just loving it. Clearly it is a perfect day to sit with my wonderful friend Amanda in a coffee shop and write… Read More Eleanore Vs. Love, Gratitude, and an Addition to Her Life!
Dearest humans, Earlier today I was sitting in my car waiting for my doctor appointment underneath a gorgeously blueberry sky. Living in Missouri I deal with an abundance of gloomy weather, something I am not the slightest bit fond of. This week, much to my pleasure,the sun has decided to eviscerate our gloom. Yesterday a… Read More Eleanore Vs. Better Vs. Easier
Dear you and I, It has come to my attention that most of my life has been dedicated to dealing with chronic illness. Being chronically ill is a full time job (that doesn’t pay), and this blog has taken over a tremendous amount of my passion as I pour everything I have into it on… Read More Eleanore Vs. A Written Selfie
Dear human thingies, The last week or so my writing has faltered which I find distressing. There is a legitimate and frustrating reason that I am currently struggling to do what I so adore, but that doesn’t make me any less irritated. I’m trying to balance the two by writing about the problem; after all, that’s… Read More Eleanore Vs. Cognitive Block
Dearest delicious things, I only address you as such because I am munching on caramel popcorn and I currently lack creativity. But don’t fret reader, I promise I have no intention to munch on you. Disclaimer: this does not apply in a zombie apocalypse. I think it’s fascinating that whenever I am wrestling with writer’s block… Read More Eleanore Vs. Being a Medical Anomaly
Dearest warriors, A few days ago my darling friend Nat posted a song to their Facebook called “My Shot” from the musical Hamilton. I haven’t seen the musical, in fact I didn’t even really know what it was about except obviously it had something to do with Abe Lincoln (I’m kidding, don’t hurt me). I… Read More Eleanore Vs. My Shot
Dearest readers, Today I find myself in a dental urgent care, which is not my favorite place to be. In fact, earlier today I compared going to the dentist to traveling through the deepest circle of Dante’s Inferno, and I don’t think that’s being overly dramatic in the slightest. Yesterday, as well as the rest… Read More Eleanore Vs. This Again? I Mean, Really?
Dear beautiful readers, I come to you tonight with a confession. Are you ready? Here it is: 80% of the blog posts I write are inspired by conversations I have with other humans. Bonus confession, I don’t mind this at all. In fact, I adore it and am honored to be a part of such… Read More Eleanore Vs. Stories of Beauty and Pain