♥ MARANDA ELIZABETH ♥
Maranda Elizabeth is a writer, zinester, witch, identical twin, high school dropout, cane-user, recovering alcoholic, and non-binary amethyst-femme. They write about recovery with borderline personality disorder, complex-trauma, and fibromyalgia; mental health & illnesses; madness as spiritual gifts & skills; writing & creativity; friendship; magic & witchcraft & Tarot; self-care, support, & $upport; surviving poverty; and embracing weirdnesses. They’ve been writing zines for over a decade. In 2012, they published a zine anthology, Telegram: A Collection of 27 Issues, and in 2013, they published their first novel, Ragdoll House. They also offer Tarot readings for weirdos, queerdos, misfits, & outcasts!
Maranda is a Libra Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Gemini Rising, & Aquarius Midheaven!
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♥ Recent Posts ♥
- Won’t You Celebrate With Femme Cripples and Other Storybooks
- What is art about social assistance?
- be my borderline palentine
- Sometimes I Act Crazy and Conflict Is Not Abuse: continuing to reclaim borderline & politicize madness (Part Two)
- I’m 2,085 days sober & I’m thinking of you.
- Beyond Borderline and The Protest Psychosis: black & white protest diseases & politicizing madness (Part One)
- making art & magic on the outside, valuing & supporting marginalized voices
- chalice of the hopeless: new zines & cripple-goth feelings
- bruises self-heal: the body in retrograde
- Further Notes on Reclaiming Borderline and Resisting the Sane Gaze
- Exploring Trauma, Madness, Chronic Illness, & Disability with Tarot: Part Three
- oh my heart it breaks every step that i take
- Lilac season, disability, & staying home
Tag Archives: jealousy
Hello, dear readers! This is just a small note of love and appreciation for those of you who support my work, writing, & weirdnesses, sent from housebound-me to magical-you. I’ve written a couple of essays recently that I think you’ll … Continue reading
I’ve been grappling with the idea of paranoia as an intense expression of one’s fear of being abandoned or forgotten. I am thinking of abandonment as an experience that happens to one before they have learned how to speak, and … Continue reading
Because I like writing about complicated and sometimes scary emotions, I’m gonna write some more about jealousy. I’ve been reading a lotta good stuff about jealousy lately, including When Good Things Happen to Other People on Rookie and Are Comparisons the … Continue reading
450 days sober. Celebrating by buying books on borderline personality disorder, and having a brief freak-out in a public place that resulted in me destroying private property. Anxiety & insanity are keeping me away from my friends right now and … Continue reading