My pseudonym is RR and I’ve been blogging in different capacities since the mid-aughts. I feel at ease expressing myself via written [typed] words instead of speaking aloud. Call it indecisiveness or social anxiety…I call it both. My first love was writing and it is as enduring as the first day I put pencil to lined paper.

On social anxiety: I was formerly diagnosed with both social anxiety disorder (SAD) and situational depression at the end of 2019, although I had informally been weathering SAD since grade school. Turning 30 in 2019 wasn’t the self-actualizing experience I thought it would be, given those circumstances.

2020 was a different experiment in my mental health. That year from hell for the majority of the human race instead allowed me both the time and space to address the inner workings of my mental well-being and its role in my emotional expression. Very human situations stifled the many things I needed to express, but the time and space afforded to me that year gave me hope, clarity, and passion again.

The colorful, squishy, oogy, affectionate, idiosyncrasy that is my spirit is finally coming out and I’m grateful to society for backing the frack off (as recommended by the CDC) and letting me…Just. Be. And now, I’m excited to just be here, on the internet, via all that is Oogy, with you.