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 →
I really loved this talk I had with Morra Aarons -Mele for her Forbes’ Podcast “Hiding In The Bathroom.” Have you listened to her show? YOU SHOULD. Read more →
When I was first diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, I was 23 years old. I have vivid memories of my first treatment with an acupuncturist — a middle aged man who quietly explained as he worked that he believed fibromyalgia often formed in people who didn’t speak about how they felt. At the time, I was baffled. I talked all the time. I was practically an open… Read more →
It’s often that posts of mine get stuck in the mental pipeline behind other posts because I have this order of how things happened, and who I promised what to, and what it says on the editorial calendar Lindsey keeps trying to get me to use, and probably seven times out of ten those stuck in the pipeline posts never… Read more →
Four years ago I wanted to die. I wasn’t suicidal, to be clear, I made no plans — I was just sort of okay with the idea of not being alive any more. The sheer act of living was harder than I’d ever expected it to be and some days — the worst days — despite having a bouncing bundle of reasons to live in my seven month old baby, I just didn’t think I could do it anymore. Read more →
