I want anyone who reads this to understand one thing. I am so fortunate. The people in my life are amazing. The first group I’m recognizing here are the pros. Literally professionals who offer services that are damn critical in life, at least in my life. Let’s start with my doctor. She’s a god damned … More Team T
If you’re keeping up, so far we’ve got through the “why” as in why i am writing all of this, the “how” as in how in hell did I get here, so we’re now to “what” as in what gets me through the crazy, what inspires me, and what it takes to find the new … More The village it takes
Anxiety is painful, not just because it can really wreak havoc on many parts of life. It’s physically painful. During the 3 ½ month-long anxiety attack, my chest was so tight. I had a hard time taking a deep breath. My ears burned, turning bright red just because. My hands shook. I got weirdly overcome … More Pain and gifts
As the above cases indicate, there is no damn reason for any of this. Was I in harm’s way in any of the situations? Luckily not. It’s all nonsense. Insomnia stops me from sleeping. Depression is my lead balloon. Anxiety is that fucking clown that keeps popping out from behind things and scaring the shit … More What is this nonsense?
First, some winter flowers. Isn’t it awesome I can still get blooms when the weather has gone all sideways? Anyway, about being anxious… Of course, thinking about it just exacerbates everything. Worried I might get sweaty? Sweaty it is! Worried I might make a fool of myself in public? Sure, go right ahead! Worried I … More When it gets awkward
Back on the blog, y’all. Resuming sharing from my manuscript. Since I am in training for a new job, I am not able to time my posts quite as consistently, unless I get ahead, and since I wasn’t ahead (as far as setting up the post), my timing is a little later than normal! So … More When it feels crippling
I’m only posting once this week, and not from my manuscript. It’s Thanksgiving week. Though the holiday has some super dubious origins, I love the meal. So, instead of sharing anything about writing, the process of losing and finding myself, or any of that stuff, here’s the deal: A friend of mine, my age, died … More Happy Turkey