Actress Arryn Zech HD Photos and Wallpapers June 2024

My love for Appa outweighed my phobia. Even if it did take me a silly amount of time to get on…and his face needed to be blocked by someone while I went around… It’s getting easier though! Kinda. Obligatory convention puppies photo too. I always manage to find puppies 🤍

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Absolutely obsessed with this art by @jwijaya_art! Very excited to begin having these dope prints at conventions. They’ll have a little something special in person, so be sure to check them out! They will be available beginning at the Night in the Tavern #HonkaiStarRail #GenshinImpact Fan Event, May 11th with @umaigosh_official and all convention appearances afterward. In the meantime, check out @jwijaya_art’s page and send them some love!!!

Absolutely obsessed with this art by @jwijaya_art! Very excited to begin having these dope prints at conventions. They’ll have a little something special in person, so be sure to check them out! They will be available beginning at the Night in the Tavern #HonkaiStarRail #GenshinImpact Fan Event, May 11th with @umaigosh_official and all convention appearances afterward. In the meantime, check out @jwijaya_art’s page and send them some love!!!

March was hard. I haven’t felt as mentally unwell as I did in March than I have in years. I realized that when things like my dogs, routine, and getting rest are taken from me, I go so far down until a black hole that I have difficulty coming back out. This made me realize that the medication I’m on clearly isn’t helping enough. I mentioned this to my doctor and they recommended getting a psych evaluation, to get a fuller picture of what’s going on, giving us a better idea on what the next steps are. I got tested and the results honestly made me laugh. You’ve gotta laugh, ya know? I’m clinically diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, Depression, OCD, an Eating Disorder, and ADHD. My ADHD symptoms are apparently exacerbated by the intensity of my GAD and PTSD, causing me to get overwhelmed easily and shut down almost daily. I’m not excited to find that I’m not as ok as I thought I was without distraction, but it does feel very validating to have a professional tell me “yeah, you’re a bit fucked up, it’s not all in your head, it really is real.” I’m sure I’m not the only one, but my imposter syndrome extends even to mental illness. Am I really unwell enough to be called unwell? Rambling a bit, but I wanted to highlight all the things that brought me sparks of joy during this time. My incredible friends, my pups, my plants, my music, my job, my wonderful and kind fans, and, funny enough, blackberries. (And special thank you to my mom for looking after my girls while I travelled so much for work the last month.) I don’t do well with being unwell, I tend to hermit and not reach out, but I want to say thank you to everyone and everything that’s brought some light. With my diagnosis, we can now figure out next steps in getting better. Baby steps 🖤 (I feel a little strange and over-sharey with this post, but my hope is that if someone sees this who feels similar, that they’re not alone, there are things you can do, and that a baby step is still a step in the right direction.)

March was hard. I haven’t felt as mentally unwell as I did in March than I have in years. I realized that when things like my dogs, routine, and getting rest are taken from me, I go so far down until a black hole that I have difficulty coming back out. This made me realize that the medication I’m on clearly isn’t helping enough. I mentioned this to my doctor and they recommended getting a psych evaluation, to get a fuller picture of what’s going on, giving us a better idea on what the next steps are. I got tested and the results honestly made me laugh. You’ve gotta laugh, ya know? I’m clinically diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, Depression, OCD, an Eating Disorder, and ADHD. My ADHD symptoms are apparently exacerbated by the intensity of my GAD and PTSD, causing me to get overwhelmed easily and shut down almost daily. I’m not excited to find that I’m not as ok as I thought I was without distraction, but it does feel very validating to have a professional tell me “yeah, you’re a bit fucked up, it’s not all in your head, it really is real.” I’m sure I’m not the only one, but my imposter syndrome extends even to mental illness. Am I really unwell enough to be called unwell? Rambling a bit, but I wanted to highlight all the things that brought me sparks of joy during this time. My incredible friends, my pups, my plants, my music, my job, my wonderful and kind fans, and, funny enough, blackberries. (And special thank you to my mom for looking after my girls while I travelled so much for work the last month.) I don’t do well with being unwell, I tend to hermit and not reach out, but I want to say thank you to everyone and everything that’s brought some light. With my diagnosis, we can now figure out next steps in getting better. Baby steps 🖤 (I feel a little strange and over-sharey with this post, but my hope is that if someone sees this who feels similar, that they’re not alone, there are things you can do, and that a baby step is still a step in the right direction.)

March was hard. I haven’t felt as mentally unwell as I did in March than I have in years. I realized that when things like my dogs, routine, and getting rest are taken from me, I go so far down until a black hole that I have difficulty coming back out. This made me realize that the medication I’m on clearly isn’t helping enough. I mentioned this to my doctor and they recommended getting a psych evaluation, to get a fuller picture of what’s going on, giving us a better idea on what the next steps are. I got tested and the results honestly made me laugh. You’ve gotta laugh, ya know? I’m clinically diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, Depression, OCD, an Eating Disorder, and ADHD. My ADHD symptoms are apparently exacerbated by the intensity of my GAD and PTSD, causing me to get overwhelmed easily and shut down almost daily. I’m not excited to find that I’m not as ok as I thought I was without distraction, but it does feel very validating to have a professional tell me “yeah, you’re a bit fucked up, it’s not all in your head, it really is real.” I’m sure I’m not the only one, but my imposter syndrome extends even to mental illness. Am I really unwell enough to be called unwell? Rambling a bit, but I wanted to highlight all the things that brought me sparks of joy during this time. My incredible friends, my pups, my plants, my music, my job, my wonderful and kind fans, and, funny enough, blackberries. (And special thank you to my mom for looking after my girls while I travelled so much for work the last month.) I don’t do well with being unwell, I tend to hermit and not reach out, but I want to say thank you to everyone and everything that’s brought some light. With my diagnosis, we can now figure out next steps in getting better. Baby steps 🖤 (I feel a little strange and over-sharey with this post, but my hope is that if someone sees this who feels similar, that they’re not alone, there are things you can do, and that a baby step is still a step in the right direction.)

March was hard. I haven’t felt as mentally unwell as I did in March than I have in years. I realized that when things like my dogs, routine, and getting rest are taken from me, I go so far down until a black hole that I have difficulty coming back out. This made me realize that the medication I’m on clearly isn’t helping enough. I mentioned this to my doctor and they recommended getting a psych evaluation, to get a fuller picture of what’s going on, giving us a better idea on what the next steps are. I got tested and the results honestly made me laugh. You’ve gotta laugh, ya know? I’m clinically diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, Depression, OCD, an Eating Disorder, and ADHD. My ADHD symptoms are apparently exacerbated by the intensity of my GAD and PTSD, causing me to get overwhelmed easily and shut down almost daily. I’m not excited to find that I’m not as ok as I thought I was without distraction, but it does feel very validating to have a professional tell me “yeah, you’re a bit fucked up, it’s not all in your head, it really is real.” I’m sure I’m not the only one, but my imposter syndrome extends even to mental illness. Am I really unwell enough to be called unwell? Rambling a bit, but I wanted to highlight all the things that brought me sparks of joy during this time. My incredible friends, my pups, my plants, my music, my job, my wonderful and kind fans, and, funny enough, blackberries. (And special thank you to my mom for looking after my girls while I travelled so much for work the last month.) I don’t do well with being unwell, I tend to hermit and not reach out, but I want to say thank you to everyone and everything that’s brought some light. With my diagnosis, we can now figure out next steps in getting better. Baby steps 🖤 (I feel a little strange and over-sharey with this post, but my hope is that if someone sees this who feels similar, that they’re not alone, there are things you can do, and that a baby step is still a step in the right direction.)

March was hard. I haven’t felt as mentally unwell as I did in March than I have in years. I realized that when things like my dogs, routine, and getting rest are taken from me, I go so far down until a black hole that I have difficulty coming back out. This made me realize that the medication I’m on clearly isn’t helping enough. I mentioned this to my doctor and they recommended getting a psych evaluation, to get a fuller picture of what’s going on, giving us a better idea on what the next steps are. I got tested and the results honestly made me laugh. You’ve gotta laugh, ya know? I’m clinically diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, Depression, OCD, an Eating Disorder, and ADHD. My ADHD symptoms are apparently exacerbated by the intensity of my GAD and PTSD, causing me to get overwhelmed easily and shut down almost daily. I’m not excited to find that I’m not as ok as I thought I was without distraction, but it does feel very validating to have a professional tell me “yeah, you’re a bit fucked up, it’s not all in your head, it really is real.” I’m sure I’m not the only one, but my imposter syndrome extends even to mental illness. Am I really unwell enough to be called unwell? Rambling a bit, but I wanted to highlight all the things that brought me sparks of joy during this time. My incredible friends, my pups, my plants, my music, my job, my wonderful and kind fans, and, funny enough, blackberries. (And special thank you to my mom for looking after my girls while I travelled so much for work the last month.) I don’t do well with being unwell, I tend to hermit and not reach out, but I want to say thank you to everyone and everything that’s brought some light. With my diagnosis, we can now figure out next steps in getting better. Baby steps 🖤 (I feel a little strange and over-sharey with this post, but my hope is that if someone sees this who feels similar, that they’re not alone, there are things you can do, and that a baby step is still a step in the right direction.)

March was hard. I haven’t felt as mentally unwell as I did in March than I have in years. I realized that when things like my dogs, routine, and getting rest are taken from me, I go so far down until a black hole that I have difficulty coming back out. This made me realize that the medication I’m on clearly isn’t helping enough. I mentioned this to my doctor and they recommended getting a psych evaluation, to get a fuller picture of what’s going on, giving us a better idea on what the next steps are. I got tested and the results honestly made me laugh. You’ve gotta laugh, ya know? I’m clinically diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, Depression, OCD, an Eating Disorder, and ADHD. My ADHD symptoms are apparently exacerbated by the intensity of my GAD and PTSD, causing me to get overwhelmed easily and shut down almost daily. I’m not excited to find that I’m not as ok as I thought I was without distraction, but it does feel very validating to have a professional tell me “yeah, you’re a bit fucked up, it’s not all in your head, it really is real.” I’m sure I’m not the only one, but my imposter syndrome extends even to mental illness. Am I really unwell enough to be called unwell? Rambling a bit, but I wanted to highlight all the things that brought me sparks of joy during this time. My incredible friends, my pups, my plants, my music, my job, my wonderful and kind fans, and, funny enough, blackberries. (And special thank you to my mom for looking after my girls while I travelled so much for work the last month.) I don’t do well with being unwell, I tend to hermit and not reach out, but I want to say thank you to everyone and everything that’s brought some light. With my diagnosis, we can now figure out next steps in getting better. Baby steps 🖤 (I feel a little strange and over-sharey with this post, but my hope is that if someone sees this who feels similar, that they’re not alone, there are things you can do, and that a baby step is still a step in the right direction.)

March was hard. I haven’t felt as mentally unwell as I did in March than I have in years. I realized that when things like my dogs, routine, and getting rest are taken from me, I go so far down until a black hole that I have difficulty coming back out. This made me realize that the medication I’m on clearly isn’t helping enough. I mentioned this to my doctor and they recommended getting a psych evaluation, to get a fuller picture of what’s going on, giving us a better idea on what the next steps are. I got tested and the results honestly made me laugh. You’ve gotta laugh, ya know? I’m clinically diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, Depression, OCD, an Eating Disorder, and ADHD. My ADHD symptoms are apparently exacerbated by the intensity of my GAD and PTSD, causing me to get overwhelmed easily and shut down almost daily. I’m not excited to find that I’m not as ok as I thought I was without distraction, but it does feel very validating to have a professional tell me “yeah, you’re a bit fucked up, it’s not all in your head, it really is real.” I’m sure I’m not the only one, but my imposter syndrome extends even to mental illness. Am I really unwell enough to be called unwell? Rambling a bit, but I wanted to highlight all the things that brought me sparks of joy during this time. My incredible friends, my pups, my plants, my music, my job, my wonderful and kind fans, and, funny enough, blackberries. (And special thank you to my mom for looking after my girls while I travelled so much for work the last month.) I don’t do well with being unwell, I tend to hermit and not reach out, but I want to say thank you to everyone and everything that’s brought some light. With my diagnosis, we can now figure out next steps in getting better. Baby steps 🖤 (I feel a little strange and over-sharey with this post, but my hope is that if someone sees this who feels similar, that they’re not alone, there are things you can do, and that a baby step is still a step in the right direction.)

March was hard. I haven’t felt as mentally unwell as I did in March than I have in years. I realized that when things like my dogs, routine, and getting rest are taken from me, I go so far down until a black hole that I have difficulty coming back out. This made me realize that the medication I’m on clearly isn’t helping enough. I mentioned this to my doctor and they recommended getting a psych evaluation, to get a fuller picture of what’s going on, giving us a better idea on what the next steps are. I got tested and the results honestly made me laugh. You’ve gotta laugh, ya know? I’m clinically diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, Depression, OCD, an Eating Disorder, and ADHD. My ADHD symptoms are apparently exacerbated by the intensity of my GAD and PTSD, causing me to get overwhelmed easily and shut down almost daily. I’m not excited to find that I’m not as ok as I thought I was without distraction, but it does feel very validating to have a professional tell me “yeah, you’re a bit fucked up, it’s not all in your head, it really is real.” I’m sure I’m not the only one, but my imposter syndrome extends even to mental illness. Am I really unwell enough to be called unwell? Rambling a bit, but I wanted to highlight all the things that brought me sparks of joy during this time. My incredible friends, my pups, my plants, my music, my job, my wonderful and kind fans, and, funny enough, blackberries. (And special thank you to my mom for looking after my girls while I travelled so much for work the last month.) I don’t do well with being unwell, I tend to hermit and not reach out, but I want to say thank you to everyone and everything that’s brought some light. With my diagnosis, we can now figure out next steps in getting better. Baby steps 🖤 (I feel a little strange and over-sharey with this post, but my hope is that if someone sees this who feels similar, that they’re not alone, there are things you can do, and that a baby step is still a step in the right direction.)

March was hard. I haven’t felt as mentally unwell as I did in March than I have in years. I realized that when things like my dogs, routine, and getting rest are taken from me, I go so far down until a black hole that I have difficulty coming back out. This made me realize that the medication I’m on clearly isn’t helping enough. I mentioned this to my doctor and they recommended getting a psych evaluation, to get a fuller picture of what’s going on, giving us a better idea on what the next steps are. I got tested and the results honestly made me laugh. You’ve gotta laugh, ya know? I’m clinically diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, Depression, OCD, an Eating Disorder, and ADHD. My ADHD symptoms are apparently exacerbated by the intensity of my GAD and PTSD, causing me to get overwhelmed easily and shut down almost daily. I’m not excited to find that I’m not as ok as I thought I was without distraction, but it does feel very validating to have a professional tell me “yeah, you’re a bit fucked up, it’s not all in your head, it really is real.” I’m sure I’m not the only one, but my imposter syndrome extends even to mental illness. Am I really unwell enough to be called unwell? Rambling a bit, but I wanted to highlight all the things that brought me sparks of joy during this time. My incredible friends, my pups, my plants, my music, my job, my wonderful and kind fans, and, funny enough, blackberries. (And special thank you to my mom for looking after my girls while I travelled so much for work the last month.) I don’t do well with being unwell, I tend to hermit and not reach out, but I want to say thank you to everyone and everything that’s brought some light. With my diagnosis, we can now figure out next steps in getting better. Baby steps 🖤 (I feel a little strange and over-sharey with this post, but my hope is that if someone sees this who feels similar, that they’re not alone, there are things you can do, and that a baby step is still a step in the right direction.)

March was hard. I haven’t felt as mentally unwell as I did in March than I have in years. I realized that when things like my dogs, routine, and getting rest are taken from me, I go so far down until a black hole that I have difficulty coming back out. This made me realize that the medication I’m on clearly isn’t helping enough. I mentioned this to my doctor and they recommended getting a psych evaluation, to get a fuller picture of what’s going on, giving us a better idea on what the next steps are. I got tested and the results honestly made me laugh. You’ve gotta laugh, ya know? I’m clinically diagnosed with General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, Depression, OCD, an Eating Disorder, and ADHD. My ADHD symptoms are apparently exacerbated by the intensity of my GAD and PTSD, causing me to get overwhelmed easily and shut down almost daily. I’m not excited to find that I’m not as ok as I thought I was without distraction, but it does feel very validating to have a professional tell me “yeah, you’re a bit fucked up, it’s not all in your head, it really is real.” I’m sure I’m not the only one, but my imposter syndrome extends even to mental illness. Am I really unwell enough to be called unwell? Rambling a bit, but I wanted to highlight all the things that brought me sparks of joy during this time. My incredible friends, my pups, my plants, my music, my job, my wonderful and kind fans, and, funny enough, blackberries. (And special thank you to my mom for looking after my girls while I travelled so much for work the last month.) I don’t do well with being unwell, I tend to hermit and not reach out, but I want to say thank you to everyone and everything that’s brought some light. With my diagnosis, we can now figure out next steps in getting better. Baby steps 🖤 (I feel a little strange and over-sharey with this post, but my hope is that if someone sees this who feels similar, that they’re not alone, there are things you can do, and that a baby step is still a step in the right direction.)

Tonight I initiate our first engagement… New Animated Short from @honkaistarrail! View the whole short on their Instagram or YouTube. It’s pretty…wild…😈

New print alert! The incredible @liberoartstudio created this amazing art of Black Swan from #HonkaiStarRail for me (and you!) I’ll begin having 11×17 prints of this gorgeous piece beginning next week! How enchanting…🔮