How can it not know what it is?

How am I a human resource? Simple, I’m not.

Love’s such an old-fashioned word

In which I learn something disturbing and am reminded of something beautiful.

Learning to let go of perfectionism and embrace realness is a process, but there’s no shame in it.

Feelings are coming at me from every which way. All of them are real, but not all of them are cause for concern.

It’s been a weird day. Also, Happy Birthday to my dog, Macallan!

Why am I creating barriers to thinking about the future?

I’m not sleeping well. It’s a lousy side effect of tapering off the Wellbutrin.

Hello, old friend.

Another step down in medication means I’m slowly but surely nearing my goal.

More than the right words, authenticity is what counts most.