I’m embarrassed and ashamed of the fact that I can’t stop internalizing the words and actions of insecure bullies.
Language matters. Words have resonance. Here’s an easy trick to see if you’re being a jerk with what you’re saying.
The first in a series of posts in acknowledgment of Mental Health Awareness Month.
When we eliminate the clutter and the noise, we can create space for the voices that most need to be heard.
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.
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.