I did something drastic for the sake of my mental health this week. I stayed home for Thanksgiving while the rest of my family went to my in-laws’ like we’ve … Continue reading Worth remembering.
I did something drastic for the sake of my mental health this week. I stayed home for Thanksgiving while the rest of my family went to my in-laws’ like we’ve … Continue reading Worth remembering.
I’m 37 today. Somehow it feels like now I’m undeniably a grownup. That sounds ridiculous, firstly because I have obviously been a grownup for many many moons now, and secondly … Continue reading 37.
My mother’s birthday was this past Wednesday. I had built up a fair amount of agitation about it ahead of time, anticipating that it would be a challenging day for … Continue reading Differently bad.
I want to start off this post by saying that Mel Robbins seems like a lovely person who’s done great work for her own life and made a huge difference … Continue reading This whole “let them” thing.
Like a toppled wine glass slowly staining the Seder table, sometimes grief spills out and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Sometimes holidays are just friggin’ hard. I … Continue reading When the grief runneth over.
I got a new tattoo today, one that holds great meaning for me. It feels like rather a lot to explain in a blog post, but what I’d like to … Continue reading Remember who you are.
I bring you a small break from the crushing despair and horror and anxiety we Americans are currently enduring to share a great experience I had recently. It’s been months … Continue reading Somatic validation.
My apologies for the radio silence lately. There have been many things I’ve thought to write about over the last week or two, but it’s all frankly been so despairing … Continue reading Fear and hope.
We all have at least one movie or television show that we could (and do) watch over and over again and love it no matter how much we watch it. … Continue reading Everybody loves a comfort show.
I got unexpectedly triggered last night, and it’s Elton John’s fault. Not really, bless his heart. But indirectly, just a bit. With the start of the new year comes a … Continue reading Building blocks and boundaries.