Notes from Nanea | Ordinary Sad
My dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, I woke up the other day feeling sad. There’s the Big Sad, because, you know, terrible, not-fun life events, but then there’s also [...]
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Sweatpants & Self Care | How to Keep Your Sanity Through Grief Anniversaries
As April rolls into May each year, I begin to feel the waves of major depression. Fuzzy thinking, sleeping all the time or not at all, no appetite versus wanting to eat all [...]
We’re All the Same Soft Animal Inside
Content warning: suicide, death I’m thinking this morning about suicide. Anthony Bourdain was special to a lot of us, and his death feels heavy to me. Two celebrity [...]
Personal Essay | Falling Down Stairs
There’s a lot about pregnancy they don’t tell you. Not because no one wants to, but because it’s hard to describe. Other stuff, in fact lots of stuff, they [...]
Sweatpants & Sanity | 20 Times Bojack Horseman was Relatable AF about Anxiety & Depression
We explore how the Netflix Original Show Bojack Horseman showcases mental illness in a funny, relatable way. [...]
Sweatpants & Sanity | The Art of Repairing Broken Things
On my Tumblr, I have a question box. A few years ago, I received this question: “Should i commit suicide? I honestly dont think i can make it through another day [...]
So You Won’t Watch This Controversial Show: Here’s a List of the Good Lessons from the 2nd Season of “13 Reasons Why”
A list of important points came up while watching 13 Reasons Why that I believe could spark better conversations than watching the show. [...]
Sweatpants & Sanity | The Health Benefits of Pets
My love affair with dogs began at a very young age. I talked about them non-stop, visited every neighbor who had one, and preferred the companionship of the [...]
That’s What She Said | Is It Better to Be Skinny or Sane?
My struggles with my weight are sure to surprise nobody. I am a 43-year-old mom of two teen boys who can eat whatever they want; in fact, they eat no less than six times a [...]
The Price of Black Girl Magic
I had been on suicide watch for two days. Every hour on the hour, a female floor attendant knocked on the metal frame of the bed to make sure I was still alive. The bed [...]
