I have to be honest with myself: I have been using the Internet and social media as a crutch. The world is scary. No, I’m not talking about the impending nuclear assault, or the men finally being held accountable for their actions after years of inaction. No, I’m talking about interpersonal relationships. I’ve been avoiding connections with people in real life; preferring the distance facebook and instagram put between us. What I’m talking about the V word we try so hard to avoid: “vulnerability”. I have been trying to write this blog post for at leas two weeks now; every time I sit down to write I am scared about the truth I know inside my soul. I’m not walking the walk, and quite frankly, if I talk the talk, I’ll force myself to be accountable. Continue reading Be open. Be soft. Be squishy.
When you’re diagnosed with clinical depression and generalized anxiety, your mental health intersects with all of your identities in complex ways. I’m excited to dive into the intersection of my mental health with one of my most important life roles. My hope is that other mothers who struggle with mental illness will experience the same catharsis reading this that I feel writing it. I am sure that like myself, their womanhood and the expectations placed upon it by society informs much of the anxiety they experience as mothers. Continue reading I’m a young mom living with a mental illness
I think as a culture we have a problem with autonomy; we cherish the charisma and machismo of the lone ranger, the white cishet man to save us all, or provide the standalone archetype for each of us to ascend to. However, in terms of letting people make decisions for themselves, decisions that often have little to no impact on other people, we are often hard pressed to “let people live” or “let them be great”. While most of the conversation about personal choice has be surrounding women’s reproductive rights, my reference to the phrase “my body, my choice” extends beyond the basic rights women should have when making decisions about their bodies. Quite obviously, people’s bodies are their own; the choices they make with them should be their own as well. Continue reading My Body, My Choice
Just like your friends, I’m going through a quarter life crisis. I’m sad to say that it’s not as dramatic or exciting a life crisis as I’d like it to be. I’m not finding myself by traveling the world or going back to school for my 4th degree or suddenly jumping into a minimalist lifestyle. Those cool endeavors are being taken on by friends who are near and dear to my heart, but myself- I can’t even quarter life crisis right.
My quarter life crisis looks like spending just a little too long deciding if I’m going to “like” someone else’s good news post because jealousy says no but karma says yes. Continue reading JLYF- I’m Going Through A Quarter Life Crisis…