Everyone preaches the importance of self-care. It allows you to continue providing the best possible love and care to those around you. But fuck that, man! How about self-kindness instead? Because I am worthy of taking care for the sake of myself. (This clarity comes from my beautifully wise and brilliant friend, Yael.) I remember… Continue reading Pour Some Sugar on Me
My thoughts are like puppies in a box. They escape from time to time and run wild. My job is to try to put them back in the box. I can’t squeeze them too tightly but with the right grip I can bring myself and my thoughts back to where they need to be. Puppies… Continue reading More Thinking About Thoughts
As with most things that I do to cope, this latest one started with a quirk of mine. I suppose it’s actually another coping mechanism that spawned another one. I went through a period where it was very hard to fall asleep because I’d start panicking and being bombarded by all sorts of intrusive thoughts.… Continue reading I’m the Author of This Story
Snuggling next to the Engineer on the bed, I hear the thundering of a child up the stairs. I quickly stick my head under his shirt and lay still. C comes in and starts his hourly diatribe. I don’t move or speak. He finishes and bounces off down the stairs. I resurface. The Engineer looks… Continue reading Pay No Attention to the Woman Under Your Shirt
that I’m thinking that singing Mötley Crüe songs to my dog constitutes a vast improvement in my mental health but it really, really does.
My internal silent screaming is becoming so loud I think I need to form a metal band. Name suggestions?
Yesterday was the beginning of a run streak. What’s this? It’s where crazy people decide to run at least a mile every day for a given amount of time. I, being completely crazy, decided to hop on this particular challenge. I wondered, though, what would be the benefit of such a short run other than… Continue reading If Only Running Were as Addictive as Drugs