When friends (new and old) ask why we made such a drastic leap I always go to the first domino in the chain of collapse. It’s a story with many truths, all leading to one hell of a climactic cliffhanger before the credits roll. I want to feel in control of this story…this narrative around what happened to my beautiful… Read more →
Guys, I started a podcast about mental health.
I guess it’s sort of like this blog, minus the reading, plus the awesome Neal Dusedau as co-host. We’re talking about our own mental health and yours – not from a medical standpoint, we’re totally not doctors – but from a patient’s standpoint. Together we hope to navigate living life in this bananas world while maintaining some semblance of mental… Read more →
I like round cups. Mid Century design. Bloody Marys with pickle juice. Color. I don’t like feeling like a joyless zombie. I don’t like being unable to tell the difference between anxiety and poop. I don’t like the feeling of pointlessness that creeps in when I let it. I am a creature of aesthetic. I like it when… Read more →
When this place was my livelihood I used to measure my life in “blogability.” I’d try to gauge how interesting what I was doing at any given moment would be to read about later, and then experience the event accordingly. Non-blogable events got my full presence and attention, while highly blogable events were experienced via curated eye and held at… Read more →
Emotionally…mentally, I have not been having the best few months. It started with a (grotesquely failed) attempt to wean off of Prozac and it ended with mental mayhem, ghosting on my therapist and pretty much everyone else, and a lot – A LOT – of sleep. I used to think I didn’t have an addictive personality. It turned out that… Read more →