Notes from Nanea | What the Comfort Zone is For
My dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, When the going gets tough, it’s a natural instinct to turtle. Pull in your flippers, tuck in your tail and head, and curl up until [...]
self care
How I Blew Up My Life and Learned to Love Myself
Love yourself. Self-love is the sugar-coated pill we prescribe when we don’t know what to say to a friend plagued with a broken heart, broken leg or broken life. But a [...]
Notes from Nanea | Random Acts of Self-Care
My dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, Everything works better if maintained regularly, especially you – an organic expression of energy, consciousness, and, in my case, [...]
Notes from Nanea | Emotional Pain Management
My dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, I’m thinking a lot these days about pain management. Mitigating pain has been a big part of my life these last few months. When my [...]
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 [...]
Personal Essays | Burn the Pages & Keep Going
The past teaches us important lessons about where we do and do not want to go, but we also need to let go. [...]
5 Reasons You Should Make Small Changes in Your Life
Everyone has a routine that they go through each day that they’re used to having. For some people the most important part of their routine is having fresh coffee before [...]
How I’m Coming to Radically Accept My Life as a Young Adult with Fibromyalgia
Note: I wrote this article for “The Mighty” back in spring 2016 when I was on leave from social work grad school. During that time, I was unable to work or go to school. [...]
30 Unique Skills of People Who Live with Chronic Health Conditions
People often think of disabled people in terms of what they lack, but here are a few remarkable gifts that we have. A list of spoonie skills for those of us who live with [...]
Personal Essays | Why I Didn’t Run
*Content Note: The following essay contains descriptions of rape* I wake alone in my dorm room, step over a man’s crumpled boxer shorts and head to my shared bathroom on [...]
