Paralysis isn’t solidarity. Being Bothered from a place of safety isn’t the same as doing something useful. Anguish isn’t participation. Collapse isn’t virtue.
Tag: anxiety
O Me, O My: S’more Wallowing and Whingeing
I whinge worse than the backdoor hinge that guides my blind dog inside. Like my daddy before me, I wear my emotions like a second skin.
Messy Memoir: Mistrusting Memories
The hardest part of memoir writing isn’t the telling, but the fear of being judged. It’s a struggle to balance vulnerability with the risk of rejection.
Watch Your Step: Monkey See, Monkey Do
After being told my Adderall dose was comparable to methamphetamine, I had a few decisions to make.
Navigating Political Divides: Strategies for Productive Dialogue
The first debate looms, like a mushroom cloud haunting our horizon. Hateful rhetoric already chokes my social media. It’s time we unite through dialogue.
Father’s Day Blues: the Annual Spectacle
Sometimes, it feels like my dad’s ghost lives within me. The feelings inside don’t belong to me, but to him.
Old Me Would Kick New Me’s Ass
If Old Me could see New Me now, she’d slap me… I need to write my memoir unburdened by expectation, the way I used to write!
Something’s Bothering Me
I’ve been anxious forever, but it got worse after Dad died. Knowing I’ll never fix things with him makes me feel perpetually Bothered. That’s hard to swallow.