Subscription Box Reviews

I’ve been wanting to write this post for weeks. I kept talking myself out of it. I would be too tired, distracted, bitchy or weepy. I kept telling myself that nobody reads this blog anyway.

When I started (for fun) subscribing, boxes weren’t a huge thing to my knowledge. Then BOOM, they exploded. As you know there is a subscription/sample box for ANYTHING your little heart desires. If not, I’m sure it will come out soon enough.  I became addicted. I’ve always loved snail mail. Being a couponer/freebie hunter and now subscription box junkie it was Christmas & my Birthday everyday. OH my family hated me. My mail, carriers love and hate me. Job security, but aching backs and feet.

My ever loving and patient boyfriend suggested I start a blog. I loved the idea of sharing all the amazing stuff I got. We both though maybe I’d make some extra money so I can feed the addiction and still feed my cats. Cutting down on subs was never an option. We both knew me too well.

I wasn’t new to blogs. I have a www.MizCouponista.com and it does ok. When I post on my cat blog Purrsandhissses I get feedback. This one isn’t on anyone’s bookmark though. At first I started getting blog envy. Why wasn’t I blowing up like others? Why wasn’t I getting freebies and comments? I snapped out of it because after all I started this blog for myself. I’ve never been comfortable with attention anyway.

I started feeling overwhelmed though. Not just with blogging, but with many things. I continued to unbox and share my pictures on Instagram/Twitter/Facebook. I thought it was enough. It really wasn’t. I’m still a small blog, but I do get a bit more attention. Many of the boxes I got where given to me by the trusting and wonderful owners for review. YAY FINALLY! BUT, by not reviewing/sharing, I was cheating them. I guess you could look it at like theft as well. With that always on my mind it seemed like the more I tried to do reviews the more I couldn’t. I had no joy for my once beloved boxes. Blogging felt like a chore. I got bored, burnt out and overwhelmed with clutter. I felt like a hoarder. I felt like a fraud.

I have PTSD, I’m clinically depressed and slightly manic. I controlled it for years, but now it started controlling me. Anytime I was away from my house I would become physically ill. Migraines and vomiting, along with bowel issues plagued me. Fear and anxiety consumed me. That’s not all….

Mac, my cat, had the nerve to let his kidney fail and he died. In the beginning of April we noticed he wasn’t himself. A few weeks later he was gone. Just like that. I’m still in shock.  I’ve lost a few pets in my life, but I was young and though it was sad, it was  something I just shrugged off. Not with Mac. He was my baby boy. He along with his 3 sisters and brother are the longest I’ve REALLY had a “pet”.  They are my spoiled rotten, love more than life, children.

My absences from work were raising flags and I got called into my bosses’ office. Thankfully when I have my head out of my arse I am good at my job and I have longevity. He fought with human resources to keep me. I’m on probation, but still employeed.

My doctor is finally listening to me. I’m off the handful of medication that stopped working and on ONE that so far is, we’ll say, looking positive.

Final note. The next few boxes are old  boxes, June, July, August boxes. There were given to to me for review purposes.  I need to hold up my end of the deal and review them.

MizD