My Own Worst Enemy
I’m sitting at my favorite probably-wont-get-covid-here bar-with-a-couch, ostensibly writing my next piece for ADDitude magazine.
mental health
A (Lightly Edited) Email to My Therapist
I have mixed feelings about emailing my therapist. But I can say for sure that I’d be a very different version of myself if she didn’t allow me to express myself through writing. Sometimes it’s philosophical and intellectual musings. Sometimes it’s a funny meme that accurately sums up something we have been talking about. But sometimes it’s a dive into my brain with no Coast-Guard-approved life vest.
Happy OCD Week, I Guess?
This week is OCD awareness week, which I somehow missed despite the International OCD Foundation telling me about it repeatedly in emails I forgot to read.
Distress Tolerance in a Box — Homework I Can Handle
If you’re an extremely perceptive person, you may have caught just an inkling of the fact that I have felt a little reluctant about this whole DBT group thing.
Testing the Limits of Authenticity
It has always been strangely easy to write about myself. It’s how I work through the shit my brain throws at me, so it wasn’t a big jump to start writing for a larger(ish) audience. The last few years have taught me a lot about connecting with readers and the avoidance of naval gazing.
Living Life in the In Between
I haven’t felt much like writing.
Sometimes this is the canary in the depressive coalmine but I’m not sure that’s the case right now. My goal this year was to write less but write better. Quality over quantity. Somehow that has led to writing almost nothing at all.