Crossing the International Date Line offers an opportunity for time travel without a DeLorean.
Tag: mental health
My place isn’t my place
I had this idea that being back in my favorite place on the planet would, somehow, fix me. It didn’t and it can’t, because I’m not actually broken.
Surge protectors exist for a reason
Tapering off of medication means that I’m experiencing emotion in a way I haven’t in a long time. It’s bumpy. I wish there was some kind of thing I could just plug in to smooth it out. Spoiler alert: It isn’t that simple.
What now?
The conference gave me something to work towards and something to look forward to. It also gave me the perfect distraction.
The BEST day
My presentation went as well as it could have gone. Afterwards, a few people even came up to talk to me about it. They asked me more about my work. It made me feel like what I am doing matters.
Not that kind of doctor
A solid run this morning has me feeling reflective and ready for the conference to begin.
Yellow clay bus
The Aussie equivalent of Flat Stanley turns out to be a yellow clay bus offering yet another reminder from the Universe about letting go.
On top of the world, Down Under
I’m heading to Brisbane, Australia to present some of my doctoral research at a behavioral economics conference. Take that, Jerk Brain!
Grey Street
A song by Dave Matthews Band offers a hauntingly real description of depression and I start to see colors come back into focus.
Tick, tock…
Jerk Brain is having a good day. That means I’m not.
Seriously, Jerk Brain?! 