There is a recent fascination with labeling people as empaths. There are all these lists like “20 ways to love an empath,” or “10 reasons you should marry an empath.” I’m sure you’ve read seen them floating around. And not to knock them, because I love the empaths in my life. The little feelers with…
I was scrolling through insta the other day and was bombarded with encouraging messages. Which, I’m sure for normal people, is an awesome thing. I’m sure it gets them pumped up and stoked to tackle the day. I assume they become super charged with each sparkly graphic encouraging them to change the world. I’m sure…
Climb a mountain to only move a inch. Claw, scrape, dig fingernails in dark, dark, dark dirt. Falling. Failing. Slipping. Once as easy as a wish, moves slow, viscous like honey, but not sweet. Bitter and familiar, this battle. Aching, aching, aching, climbing, climbing, climbing, barely moving. Heavy, heavy, heavy, standing like a question mark, shoulders sagging like bags…
This is part 3 of the Three Days Crazy series. I waited by the breakfast cart while the nice african man called names. My eyes scanned the room, analyzing my options for seating. The inmates were still grouped off at a table, they seemed to be acquainted from previous circumstances. A young man, no older than…
Here’s the thing about getting back together with an ex boyfriend. You really shouldn’t. At least that’s what I was telling myself after grabbing lunch with my ex. The conversation had gone well, civil and only a little cold. It was the hug afterwards, outside the BBQ joint, that confused me. It was still warm…
This is the second installment of my Three Days Crazy series. You can read the first installment here. I stopped crying long enough to notice how hungry I was. I had no idea what time it was, the small rooms didn’t have clocks and my cell phone was locked away, along with my other belongings. I assumed…
When I finally made the decision to open my eyes, I was rewarded by a blinding light. I rolled over and grabbed for my soft down comforter. Instead, my hand found a rough knit blanket. Dread washed up my throat and into my mouth. I remembered where I was. I heard a voice outside my…
Unfortunately, mental illness isn’t often something you beat. You can’t fix it or medicate it away. There’s a lot of talk about how to ask for help, how to prevent suicide, but I haven’t found much on how to live with your demons. Because my bipolar, my depression, these things aren’t going away (at least not…
When I was 18, I met the love of my life. My soul mate, if you’re into that kind of thing. I met him on his 18th birthday, the day before his high school graduation. I had just finished my first year of college and was an absolute disaster of a human. But that didn’t…
I’ve started working with a life coach, her name is Madison and she rocks. If you’ve ever wanted to go from a moderately awesome life to an extra awesome life, you should consider chatting with her. Anyway, the one meeting I’ve had with her has already blown up my life. In a good way. I’m setting…