My name is Tyler Gobble. I’m not sure what labels to stick on myself these days (or if those dang things even have much use for my life). Prior ones, outdated & lapsed, include publishing writer, husband, psych patient, blogger, & shitty drummer for Shitty Band.
Right now, I'm mostly elsewhere, which is, in fact, right here, doing stuff to manage my disorder, rebuild a relationship with myself, & reconnect with the world (fuck it, universe). I journal & I read & I meditate every morning & evening. I collage when I’m tired, I play drums when I’m sad, & I dance with my dog, Ginny Bug, every day. I sit with folks in my community. I walk with folks in my community. I play ping pong & catch & games with folks in my community. I occasionally move things or paint things or burn things for folks in my community. I play a lot of disc golf. I live on the edge of our family’s farm in Elwood, Indiana.
Till I come back around:
You might want to giggle with my poems.
You might want to commiserate with my blog about mental health.
You might want to peep some collaging I’ve done.
You might want to listen to that ol’ podcast.
If you ever need a conversation partner, please reach out below.
"Eternal life doesn’t start when we die; it starts now. It’s not about a life that begins at death; it’s about experiencing the kind of life that can endure and survive even death." -- Rob Bell