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Tim Pangburn

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I have writer’s block.

I don’t always know what to write when I sit down to do this. A commitment has been made, though, and I know it comes as I go. It’s funny how creativity strikes. Sometimes it doesn’t strike like a hammer, or a match, but a small push from behind. When that happens, we can only […]

Loneliness as a way of life

First off, this isn’t a pity piece. If anything, it’s an attempt at self empowerment. It’s taking a shot at owning a feeling that’s been enthroned in my subconscious since my earliest childhood memories. Not because I wasn’t loved, or cared for, or given affection; but because at the core, it’s part of who I […]

Return of the Mack

My blog turned into shit. I used to use it, but man it is nothing now. Being bipolar sucks. See, I used to be relatively consistent. I use the word “relatively” pretty loosely. I wrote, I aimed for self improvement, I tried my best to inspire others to the same. Problem is, my life fell […]

Am I the tree or the building?

I’ve been learning a lot lately about what it means to be bipolar. There’s a lot of character traits I possess that I never realized were symptoms. There’s also a lot of symptoms I didn’t realize I possessed as character traits.  For example, when hypomanic, bipolar people tend to have increased confidence, often to the […]

Toxic positivity in motivational speaking

Coming out of such a long running episode has been incredibly strange. The more time that passes, the more I realize just how long this was going on. My attitude has slowly been reverting back to how I was in 2018. Motivated, positive, driven. There’s something different about it, though. I’m not the same. I’ve […]

You’re worth it. No, really.

Oh, if I had a dime for every time I felt worthless, I’d have a shitload of dimes. It goes hand in hand with mental illness, it goes hand in hand with being an artist. Me being a mentally ill artist doubles my worthlessness! But that’s nonsense. I know I’m not worthless. It’s just the […]

Consider me Miles Davis

In 1985, I was a a first grade student at St. Mary’s Catholic school in Salem, New Jersey. I had started partway into the year, having been homeschooled for about a year after my extended chicken pox absence from public kindergarten. My parents felt that catholic school provided a good education and, even though they […]

Worn down

I try to wax poetic, but I don’t think I’ve had enough coffee. Maybe it’s lack of coffee, maybe it’s a lack of motivation, but it doesn’t really matter because the results are the same. I just can’t put together anything more than a regular ol sentence. This has been going on for weeks, and […]

What’s next for the self employed artist

I’m in a shifting landscape. We all are. I don’t know if anyone realizes the weight or extent the past year’s events, but I know it’s all going to come home. Our news cycle happens so damn fast, that it’s impossible to keep up. There’s riots in the capital. COVID-19 has killed more than 375,000 […]

Fall down 7 times, get up 8 (because physics doesn’t matter)

If you fall down 7 times, you can only get up 7 times. Sorry, life coaches and motivational speakers, but it’s just physics. You can’t possibly undo an action more times than the action has been done. Can’t you people count? It’s not that I think that phrase is ill intentioned or anything, I just […]