I wish I had a crystal ball. I keep second-guessing how the way I spend my quarantine time will impact my future.
I turn anxiety into comfort and a few knowing laughs for people. It’s my whole thing. If I can’t find joy in the wreckage, what’s the point?
I have a long history of hating my body. It started with friends, family, and even strangers comparing me to my beautiful sister. I was constantly told how pretty she was, while I got complimented on my humour. Cool. Then I took up the reins on creating the comparisons. As a kid, my school was... Continue Reading →
If I have an issue with something, I usually use this website to explore strategies for making things better. But this week I don’t feel like exploring solutions, and I don’t feel like hiding my raw nerves behind a second person commiserate article.
I don’t feel like doing that this week. And I don’t feel like hiding my raw nerves behind a second person commiserate post.
The myth that ‘you have to be a massive success before 30 or you’re nothing’ really got to me. Instead of dealing with it head on, I locked my fears in a deep, dark place and let them grow until everything around me seemed dark.
One of my major goals this year is to find balance in every area of my life. When I explain my goals to people, it’s the first thing everyone tells me I need. It's at the point where, if I still lived with my parents, I would be afraid they would try and carve the word 'balance' in my skin while I sleep.
Every time I go home to visit my family, my 4 year old nephew bitterly complains to me that he wants to be an adult. He hates that he doesn’t get to eat candy for dinner, he resents that he can’t go to the park and play at a moment’s notice, and it drives him... Continue Reading →