Tag Archives: depression

Greeting Cards

Today I was at Trader Joe’s and I bought a handful of greeting cards. Over the past (however many) years, I’ve cultivated the habit of occasionally sending friends real mail. All this because of my cousin Amy. Amy is my cool older cousin who mailed me cards when I was in high school (and college).Continue reading “Greeting Cards”

Silver Millennial

I was brushing my hair on Tuesday and I noticed a plethora of silver hairs sprouting out like a tiara. I got so excited. It felt cheeky. See, my youthful fatalism had led me to believe I’d never grow old, we’d never survive that long. Some of y’all know what I mean— growing up withContinue reading “Silver Millennial”

Rough few days/What I’d Tell My Daughter

It’s been a rough few days. And I’m proud of myself. I haven’t succumbed to the sinkhole of self-pity (though I’ve certainly dipped my toe into the pond of self-righteousness). I’m able, for now, to maintain perspective. And that is new. In my process of breaking out of the binary, I’m beginning to recognize moreContinue reading “Rough few days/What I’d Tell My Daughter”

December Blues

I think it’s an exceptionally difficult time to be a human. People are really struggling. We were running on empty before, then emergency reserves, then fumes and now? Who knows how we keep going. In the face of corruption and greed and violence. In the face of planetary destruction and no response by the powersContinue reading “December Blues”

December Blues

I think it’s an exceptionally difficult time to be a human. People are really struggling. We were running on empty before, then emergency reserves, then fumes and now? Who knows how we keep going. In the face of corruption and greed and violence. In the face of planetary destruction and no response by the powersContinue reading “December Blues”

Saturday Insight

I used to despair at what I could not do.The things I could Not Change.I would rage and weep and thrash and exhaust. Now I practice acknowledgment.   I see it and grieve it. Mourn and move onTo what I Can Do.

Divorcing the Shoulds

I’ve lived under the weight of Shoulds for as long as I can remember. The “supposed to” Unspoken and unspeakably high expectations. Through the last decade or so, I’ve been breaking free of the Shoulds.Liberating myself bit by bit,Loosening, though not breaking my shackles. The external ones were easier to see, “Don’t Should on me!”Continue reading “Divorcing the Shoulds”

Confessions of a Depressive Optimist

I’m combing through boxes and came across a lot of old writing- some scribbled onto napkins and paper towels, some cursive on lined paper/backs of receipts, some typed and printed, This gem stood out. Call me Cassandra. “I wonder what will be born from a society that’s obsessed with commentary (ironic pause). It used toContinue reading “Confessions of a Depressive Optimist”