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Fibromyalgia Awareness Day, or How I Finally Got Angry After a Decade of Pain

Cover photo by Polina Zimmerman on Pexels This year marks a full decade since I first began experiencing symptoms of

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Jessi-James Grey

Posted on May 12, 2022

Fibromyalgia Awareness Day

Hi, I’m Troy McClure (Jess Grey). You may recognize me from such blockbusters as Invisible Disability and You Don’t Look

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Jessi-James Grey

Posted on May 11, 2020

I Didn’t Just Survive the Old Year; I Lived It

We now enter the time of year when it seems everywhere, everywhere, people are heartily wishing 2019 a swift “Fuck off.” And

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Nanea Hoffman

Posted on December 30, 2019

Life, Self Care

The Gift of Fire: What the Anger Teaches

I smelled the fire before I knew what it was. I couldn’t see it or feel it, but the air smelled wrong. An acrid, smoky scent

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Nanea Hoffman

Posted on September 9, 2019

The Boy In The Playroom

When I was seven, I was healed by a miracle. That’s how my parents always told it. The night before, we’d had company.

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Nanea Hoffman

Posted on July 23, 2019

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

Emmie Arnold

Posted on June 27, 2019

Connection, Mental

The Harm of Fixers | 5 Types of Well-Meaning People You Encounter When Suffering

There are people in your life who only like you when you are shiny and happy. They’re there to celebrate your triumphs. They

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Nanea Hoffman

Posted on March 28, 2019

Connection, Life, Self Care

Notes From Nanea | Emotional Pain Management

I’m thinking a lot these days about pain management. Mitigating pain has been a big part of my life these last few months.

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Nanea Hoffman

Posted on August 2, 2018

What You’ll Remember

Previously published on The Next Good Thing. Over the past several years, my mom’s dementia has been slowly

Guest Author

Posted on July 31, 2018

Connection, Essays, Self Care, Wellness

Ordinary Sad

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

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Nanea Hoffman

Posted on June 27, 2018

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