Tag Archives: depression

August 2025

In the past week I have: Successfully set up camp solo Gone paddle boarding (tall knees) Worked three shifts Taken kidlette to the fair (solo!) Practiced harmonies for my next show I am proud of these mini accomplishments, things I wouldn’t have thought possible not too long ago. I’ve also: Run into people I knowContinue reading “August 2025”

Self Worth

I was recently, and painfully, reminded that while people can change, most people don’t. That the way they’ve treated you in the past is a real indicator of how they’ll treat you today and tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow). (Sorry, theatre nerd, I always have to say it in threes). At first, I got angryContinue reading “Self Worth”

Emergency Refill

SOMETIMES, you order your refill meds on time. But they don’t arrive in time. And SOMETIMES instead of panicking or blaming yourself/the pharmacy/mail, you seek a solution. And find one. Grateful for a holdover refill, grateful to have had the availability and bandwidth to solve the problem. And grateful I could drive there instead ofContinue reading “Emergency Refill”

More Than Humans

I haven’t written in awhile. Or rather, I haven’t written anything to share. Things are just so… inconceivable. (And I’m sure we all just imagined Princess Bride). Lately it feels like nothing I add adds value. Writing, lecturing, discussing, it all just feels like… fiddling while the world burns. There’s nothing I will say thatContinue reading “More Than Humans”

“Are you OK?” (No. Yes. Mostly?)

The past couple weeks have been a LOT. There’s been loss and grief and shock and perspective shifts. There’ve been so many adjustments, life almost feels fluid (which is pretty beautiful), and now it’s the end of May. The phrase “Are you okay?” always throws me off. I feel defensive and defective and completely unableContinue reading ““Are you OK?” (No. Yes. Mostly?)”

Existential Crisis and Love (and Poetry)

Living in the End Times is rough. Societal collapse, with rising prices and stagnant wages and an unthinkable wealth gap, is exhausting. Mass shooting after mass shooting. Scandal on top of scandal. The floor keeps sinking in the race to the bottom and the climate crisis is here and the tipping point four years out.Continue reading “Existential Crisis and Love (and Poetry)”

Saturday Morning in the Cosmic Blob

These are the days I need to write and yet I don’t.  Words and thoughts swirl around my mind so quickly I don’t even notice them, my fingers can’t keep up. Like florescent lights flickering too fast to be noticed except on a subliminal level, my thoughts storm my mind. I have nothing to say andContinue reading “Saturday Morning in the Cosmic Blob”

Pep Talk: Almost Spring

This time of year gets really tricky. It’s the longest we’ve been in Winter mode, anxiously awaiting Spring, doubtful it will ever arrive. Historically, for me, it’s a tricky time of year as it marks a lot of loss. I’ve come to understand that the longer I live, the more loss I will sustain andContinue reading “Pep Talk: Almost Spring”