I need to be stopped... Or do I?
Jan. 21st, 2022 04:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20Once upon a time, I wrote a Watchmen fic about an incredibly fucked up OFC who crossed Rorschach's path. As all my fics do, it ended up being very long and the OFC somehow ended up married to Adrian Veidt after the events of the movie (it was movie canon) ended. Married and leaving him after she found out what he did.
I have never intended to write a sequel because, honestly, it'd be depressing.
But now I have an almost complete outline in my head. The problem is it's not a story. It's 100% me work out my stress, anxiety, and frustration about my pulmonary embolism. Which would be fine if I didn't know myself, because I 100% will post it.
Also, I'm talking to my psychiatrist on Tuesday about possibly going on leave for work and I'm trying to get on a waiting list for a partial-hospitalization program for therapy. Because I am fucked up beyond measure and need to get my head straight before I trust myself in with kids. Also, I don't want to teach anymore.
I have never intended to write a sequel because, honestly, it'd be depressing.
But now I have an almost complete outline in my head. The problem is it's not a story. It's 100% me work out my stress, anxiety, and frustration about my pulmonary embolism. Which would be fine if I didn't know myself, because I 100% will post it.
Also, I'm talking to my psychiatrist on Tuesday about possibly going on leave for work and I'm trying to get on a waiting list for a partial-hospitalization program for therapy. Because I am fucked up beyond measure and need to get my head straight before I trust myself in with kids. Also, I don't want to teach anymore.
