I listened only through the second episode, as that is all I could possibly stomach.
There are SUCH FUNDAMENTAL PROBLEMS with this self-described "work of art."
The podcaster is discussing having gone shopping at IKEA, etc., with her (financially and apparently emotionally supportive) *husband*, who (e.g.) takes the day off when he can, to do things with her. She has "friends" [ep. 1]' as well as supportive family members. [In ep. 1, her beloved grandmother visited & was happy about her pantry organization]. She talks of matters concerning "romance" in her life [ep. 2], and her strengths—how "blessed" she is. She has the best-ever (or however she phrased it) psychotherapist [pre-Covid, before they all changed to telehealth—so how is a housebound, isolated person even to get to this person's office? And who among us very isolated people are able even to connect with a truly good, understanding, HELPFUL shrink?]
Motivated to write "newsletters" (& ostensibly, thus, has people she expects would read such things]. How truly isolated can she be?
By episode 2, she lengthily gives herself a verbal pat on her back for having put together a "recording studio," etc.
So, how am I—one who is *truly* homebound due to severe illness, who has lost my friends due to my need to stay in after catastrophic trauma, and for whom effective treatment does not even EXIST—how am I, or any other soul who is housebound and experiencing true isolation, supposed to relate at all?
So far, this consists of quite nauseatingly, rather random self-centeredness—as she puts it, an opportunity to "talk about [her]self."
This is frustrating— even hurtful—to one who was hoping to hear the words of a *truly* compassionate [not just toward herself], collegial, relatable survivor.
At one point, she says this is about her, a kind of "diary."
Well, why, then, publish a mere diary of your activities and just whatever?
I'm finished with this "work of art" or oddly published "diary."
