And other words about RSD — I do not know who to put down “in case of emergency”. I usually write my mother’s name and number down but it never feels right. She’s in another state thousands of miles away. She doesn’t even really fly. So, you see, she isn’t necessarily the right person to put…

I’ll Never Get Answers — My first experience with sex was violence. A man seven years older than me groomed me for abuse all for his pleasure and enjoyment. I was sixteen. The abuse lasted a little over a year and it entailed molestation, violence, and endless amounts of manipulation. I was silenced. I had…

And instead of pulling people closer, I alienated everyone around me. — Even my closest friends don’t know me. How can they? I lost myself years ago and have been fighting my way through the weeds to come back. About five years ago, I had a nervous breakdown. And then, a year and a half after that, I had another one. …

An Art, Indeed — It’s not as easy to leave a party without saying goodbye to people as you might think. You have to actively leave a situation where people are engaged in socialization and having a, seemingly, good time with one another. You’re basically leaving a party and saying, “I’m not having a…

Time To Start Carrying Butterscotch Candies In My Purse — Something happened during the pandemic. I was working a lot, oftentimes more than 40 hours a week with my regular job while also picking up side contract gigs from a company I used to work for; plus, I worked out constantly. Needless to say, while most were succumbing to boredom…

Here’s what happened. — People absolutely love yoga. I know so many people that cannot get enough of it. They must practice every day. I get that. I feel like I must work out every day. But as a non-yogi, I started to wonder to myself if I should try doing yoga every day…

Lessons for those WITH and for those WITHOUT — We judge the world based on our own experiences. My experiences in life have been filled primarily with a ton of physical pain. It’s so normalized to me that I sometimes don’t even register it, let alone pay attention to it at all. My assumption, and how I’ve walked through…