Every time I am at my therapist’s (digital) office, I cry. I cry about the little things, tiny pieces of trash that feel like a mountain. Visually, I think of it like a small trash bag with litter trailing behind… Continue reading

I should have gone to my swim class. I did not. I should have gotten my labs done. I did not. And so I sit on the couch and lounge around, scrolling, scrolling until I decide I’d listen to a… Continue reading

Since some emotional upheavals in 2023–like you know, rage, I’ve come to really slow down and take stock of my inner world. I had some grand plans in 2024 that didn’t quite go into (obvious) effect until early this year.… Continue reading