If you’ve been following my social media presence for a while, you’ve probably noticed that I go through inconsistent spates of posting. Creating content brings me joy but burns me out; I can never seem to do it for all too long before I find myself getting lost in the rest of my life. My own personal content is always the first thing to fall to the side because I produce content to make a living, too: It’s just not my personal account that content gets posted on.

I am a tired person. I exhaust myself easily; I experience fatigue nearly every day now. Every time I think we’ve found the source, there’s a new blood test, a new ultrasound, a new medication to try in the hopes that just maybe my body will stop trying to devour itself whole. Nothing seems to work.

And that, perhaps, is why Gothic Horror beckons to me like an old friend. There is so much to dissect, so much to break down and apply and reapply to my own life. There is so much beauty in the horror that I can’t help but see myself in it.

Despite my exhaustion, I feel more myself than ever. We’ve had a spate of gorgeous new pieces of content to devour and dissect: Frankenstein, Nosferatu, and Interview with the Vampire have curled themselves around my heart in unmistakeable ways. There’s no shortage of Gothic Horror novels, either. Johanna van Veen in particular is releasing incredibly complex, beautiful sapphic stories of family and betrayal and so, so much blood.

I find myself inspired; I find myself within it all. And perhaps that is the impetus for this blog. Perhaps that’s what will propel me this time, or perhaps it will fizzle out again as more responsibilities rear their ugly heads, intruding upon my schedule.

Either way, I hope you enjoy learning and growing alongside me.