Laura Iaccino is creating articles about mental illness, shitty "feminism", and my life.
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Most people will tell you that writing for a living is a waste of time. But if it's something you're (apparently) good at, enjoy doing, and can't seem to stop, the dissuasion is confusing.

When you write about things the general masses either don't know much about, such as mental illness, or things the general masses will undoubtedly give you crap for, such as standing against third-wave feminism, there's a constant battle between wanting/needing to get words out, and wanting to just lay in bed all day and stare at the ceiling wondering why you say anything at all.

Enter my corner of the internets...my blog, Shut Up, Life. There is too much content going around that is giving feminism a bad name. I want to combat it. I want to call those people out. I want to show women that they shouldn't be afraid to speak up against the internet hivemind out of fear they they will be thought of as, or accused of being "the wrong kind of woman". Which has happened to myself more than once, and is one of the reasons I continue to write about what I do.

Either that or I write open letters to celebrities that I'm absolutely sure they read.

I work from home for a multitude of reasons; the foremost being depression and anxiety. It's something I've been fighting since I was a teenager, and I've found that writing can be incredibly cathartic. People seem to like what I have to say, too. I get by, but it's not always easy. But when strangers contact you and tell them you helped with their fears and worries...well, it feels really good.

The newer, albeit (surprisingly) more frustrating reason, is recovery from a bulged lower disc that had me bedridden at one point for an entire month. It's been 6 months, and while the pain is manageable, it's extremely frustrating to have to turn down job offers because I would need to lift moderately heavy things, or sit/stand in one place for  an extended period of time, both of which trigger a multitude of issues in my lower back and push my full recovery even further away.

It's a bit of a shit deal. I'm not a fan.

If you don't know how Patreon works, here it is in a nutshell: you're supporting someone while they churn out content you enjoy. In my case, you're helping me while I write, while I'm going through some really hard times. It's essentially an internet tip jar for people you like.

You can pretend my tip jar has a witty dick joke on it.

One of the best things about my writing is getting positive responses, and whether that is in the form of a donation, or a social media share, or it just makes you smile or think, it's kept me going, and I hope I can give back enough. :)

Want to donate? Thank you. I love you.

Don't want to donate? Just want to read? Thank you. I love you, too.

~L.
Most people will tell you that writing for a living is a waste of time. But if it's something you're (apparently) good at, enjoy doing, and can't seem to stop, the dissuasion is confusing.

When you write about things the general masses either don't know much about, such as mental illness, or things the general masses will undoubtedly give you crap for, such as standing against third-wave feminism, there's a constant battle between wanting/needing to get words out, and wanting to just lay in bed all day and stare at the ceiling wondering why you say anything at all.

Enter my corner of the internets...my blog, Shut Up, Life. There is too much content going around that is giving feminism a bad name. I want to combat it. I want to call those people out. I want to show women that they shouldn't be afraid to speak up against the internet hivemind out of fear they they will be thought of as, or accused of being "the wrong kind of woman". Which has happened to myself more than once, and is one of the reasons I continue to write about what I do.

Either that or I write open letters to celebrities that I'm absolutely sure they read.

I work from home for a multitude of reasons; the foremost being depression and anxiety. It's something I've been fighting since I was a teenager, and I've found that writing can be incredibly cathartic. People seem to like what I have to say, too. I get by, but it's not always easy. But when strangers contact you and tell them you helped with their fears and worries...well, it feels really good.

The newer, albeit (surprisingly) more frustrating reason, is recovery from a bulged lower disc that had me bedridden at one point for an entire month. It's been 6 months, and while the pain is manageable, it's extremely frustrating to have to turn down job offers because I would need to lift moderately heavy things, or sit/stand in one place for  an extended period of time, both of which trigger a multitude of issues in my lower back and push my full recovery even further away.

It's a bit of a shit deal. I'm not a fan.

If you don't know how Patreon works, here it is in a nutshell: you're supporting someone while they churn out content you enjoy. In my case, you're helping me while I write, while I'm going through some really hard times. It's essentially an internet tip jar for people you like.

You can pretend my tip jar has a witty dick joke on it.

One of the best things about my writing is getting positive responses, and whether that is in the form of a donation, or a social media share, or it just makes you smile or think, it's kept me going, and I hope I can give back enough. :)

Want to donate? Thank you. I love you.

Don't want to donate? Just want to read? Thank you. I love you, too.

~L.

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