Dear Roxie,
I stumbled onto this blog, and now I have questions. What even is this? Who are The Mental Felts? And why am I already emotionally invested? I feel like I’ve just walked into a party where everyone already knows the inside jokes, and I’m just standing here, nodding along, wondering if I should stay or run for the hills.
Sincerely,
Felt and Confused
Dear Felt and Confused,
You’ve wandered into something far bigger than just a blog—this is The Mental Felts universe, and there’s no turning back now.
Let me break it down for you: I’m Roxie, a photographer, mental health advocate, puppeteer, and professional chaos conductor. The Mental Felts? They’re my band of loud-mouthed, emotionally complex, and slightly unhinged puppet roommates—each one representing different parts of my story, personality, and recovery journey. They’re funny, they’re messy, and they have absolutely zero chill.
As for why you’re already emotionally invested? I literally ask myself this daily. Every time Ruggles gets smug, Kourtess Ann starts talking about ropes, or Magpie starts reading my actual life like a tarot spread, I wonder how I got here. But here we are. The truth is, The Felts have a way of pulling you in, whether you want them to or not. One minute you’re just scrolling, the next you’re questioning your life choices because you suddenly care way too much about a rockabilly puppet’s dating opinions.
So welcome! Stay, get cozy, and prepare for more unfiltered, Felted wisdom. You’re officially one of us now. No refunds.
Feltfully yours,
Roxie
