I haven’t blogged in an inordinate amount of time again. Suffice it to say I’ve been battling through a confusing haze of depression and anxiety again, which has made it difficult to create and be vulnerable and, unfortunately, the first thing to get the axe is almost always my ability…
I almost cried the first time I saw a penis. I hadn’t solicited the impromptu viewing party; in fact, I had explicitly requested the opposite. He had never been a very good listener, pawing his way into my jeans even after my own hands quietly reminded his to move back…
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Most of the people in my blog universe know me as someone who really likes storytelling and creative writing. What you might not know is that I’m also a major data geek. That’s what makes working in digital marketing so fun — I get to write fun copy for social…
A couple of weeks ago, my best friend and I started to read through the “novel” I wrote during my 8th and 9th grade years in school. It opens on the protagonist, a girl on her first day of high school, and says something akin to, “Four years from this…
On Monday, my therapist said she thinks we’ve reached the “maintenance” stage of my sessions. That basically means that we’ll do a check-in at the end of the month and, as long as I feel comfortable and my progress has maintained, I can move to scheduling on an “as-needed” basis….
One of my rules of recovery is that scales are off-limits. My nutritionist had me do a “blind weigh” at my initial appointment because she needed record of my weight (to make sure there were no dramatic fluctuations one way or another), but I did not. I generally do really well with the no-scale…
When I was growing up, I thought everything had feelings. Especially things with faces. I had a pair of fuzzy slippers with a smiling moon on one foot and smiling star on the other that I loved more than most humans in my life at the time. I wore them…
One of the most annoying things about mental illness is going into therapy thinking you’re in an awesome place and leaving with emotional burdens you didn’t even know you had been carrying. That’s what happened to me on Monday. I walked in, proud to tell my therapist about how I…
