Sometimes there are questions that never quite leave us.
Questions for the Internet. For our younger selves. For anxiety. For the people we've lost. Even for God.
This week, I decided to write a few letters and see what happened.
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Okay, I need to say this very loudly. Are you listening? Are you there, or just staring into the same void I am? Is this thing on, or am I talking to myself again like a person who’s one step away from narrating her own life in third person?
I’m tired. https://t.co/UcbK3qGOeN
We spend so much time trying to figure out which version of ourselves is the "real" one. The confident one? The anxious one? The person who makes everyone laugh, or the one crying alone in a grocery store parking lot?
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After seventeen years of blogging, I had a brief panic that I'd been writing the same post over and over again. Then I remembered: we don't move through life in straight lines. We spiral, returning to familiar questions with a little more humor...
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Meditation didn’t turn me into a perfectly calm person. I still overthink, get irritated in traffic, and rehearse conversations in my head. What it did change was my relationship with my thoughts. https://t.co/HohdgjqLOL
I’ve been addicted to a lot of things in my life; I’m not going to sugarcoat it. But none of them were meth, and that is all that really matters. I want to start with the rather casual and benign addictions. I kid you not, I was once addicted to selfies...https://t.co/OkjLZFZYHr
I spent years serving food, selling bras, overpriced children’s clothes, and aggressively unnecessary knives while slowly realizing I was not built for retail capitalism. This repost is a collection of employment disasters, customer service trauma...https://t.co/2PrlS1dP0s
Sometimes it feels like life forgot to tell us something important.
These three poems started with that feeling and wandered through questions about God, identity, loneliness, and connection. I don't claim to have found any answers, but I found...https://t.co/eKH3TShUKG
Mental illness used to be something people kept hidden. Today, it is part of a much larger public conversation. As someone living with Bipolar Disorder, I've witnessed firsthand how openness can reduce stigma and create understanding...
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I don't know exactly what happened that morning. Was it mania? Was it a spiritual experience? Was it both? Years later, I still don't have a definitive answer. This is the story of the first time I heard a voice in my head...https://t.co/Bw0GOoMRy8
If my body had a customer complaint department, it would be flooded with tickets. My knees are protesting, my memory is unreliable, and my back has apparently joined a labor union. A humorous look...https://t.co/4ifItcHyzu
Some people run marathons. Some people climb mountains. I spend my time imagining worst-case scenarios, replaying awkward moments, and preparing for conversations that may never happen. If overthinking were an Olympic sport, I'd be bringing home gold.
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Have you ever wondered about the person you might have become? The therapist, the lawyer, the New Yorker, the parent, the version of yourself who made different choices. A reflection on alternate lives, unexpected paths, and finding contentment...
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We are constantly told to be better, healthier, more productive, and more healed. But what if the endless pursuit of self-improvement is keeping us from appreciating who we already are? A reflection on wellness culture, therapy talk...
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Why do we keep listening to songs we’re tired of, watching one more episode, or scrolling long after we’ve stopped enjoying it? In this personal reflection, I explore our obsession with unfinished business, the comforts we chase...
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Somewhere between the music, the food, and the inevitable questions about my marital status, I found myself reflecting on culture, identity, and what it means to belong. This essay explores the joy, pressure, spirituality...
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My body clicks, creaks, and occasionally injures itself for no apparent reason. Young people think I'm old, all blankets are now my favorite, and somehow I have wrinkles and pimples at the same time. Welcome to aging...
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Happiness is complicated. Sometimes it feels impossible, especially when life becomes grief, exhaustion, and survival. In this piece, I reflect on caregiving, depression, healing, discipline...https://t.co/XGhUD8W5ht