Ugly Steps and Crooked Railings
When we first bought our house, it had a wonky, completely non-code step that led up onto the front porch. It required you to think twice before attempting it, every single [...]
mental health
Stupid Little Reasons to Stay
Content warning: this piece contains mentions of suicidal ideation, PTSD, and depression The bedroom is quiet and gray. Only a strip of pearly morning glows around the edges [...]
When Depression Strikes, I Run
I’ll never forget the very first time I laced up my running shoes. It was a few weeks after my mom and I had participated in the Detroit Susan B. Komen Race for the Cure 5K [...]
Overheard in the Coffee Shop
Content warning: suicide My name is not Alan Smithee. Unlike the Hollywood directors who ran from their projects, I want to attach my name to this post. I just can’t. There [...]
It’s Not A Rant, It’s My Reality
Content warning: suicide, loss Ever notice when we get completely worked up and really want to express what affects us deeply, we call it a rant? I’ve had rants before. [...]
Sweatpants & Relationships | No Love Better
After my second divorce, I vowed that I would never marry again if there was even one tiny iota of doubt in my mind that I had found The One. I had already married twice [...]
How Tattoos Tell Our Stories
I used to have a bumper sticker—fortunately, never affixed to my car’s bumper—that read, “tattoos: not just for sailors and whores anymore.” The sex worker-shaming [...]
15 Relatable Posts for Anyone Who Has Ever Dealt With Impostor Syndrome
Impostor Syndrome, a term first used by clinical psychologists Pauline Clance and Suzanne Imes in 1978, describes a psychological behavioral pattern in which people [...]
When Your Trauma Doesn’t Fit the Image of PTSD
I’ve run a blog for the last five years about the intersection of my chronic physical and mental illnesses and my hopes of living a life of joy despite and sometimes even [...]
Breaking Point: Dealing With Postpartum Anxiety
When my daughter turned a month old, I wanted to give her away. Not because I didn’t love her, I love her deeply, but because postpartum depression and anxiety convinced me [...]
