I don’t panic. Even in a life-threatening situation. I don’t panic.
Not then.
No, it’s only after the immediate danger is over that I start to panic. It’s only after I’m safe that I fall apart.
If there’s anything I’ve learned this past year it’s how to find variety in the sameness. This mostly comes in the form of savoring the teeniest, tiniest moments. Making sure I properly reflect upon them before they inevitably slip away.
Maybe the truth is, there’s a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn’t having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe
“I’m getting really sick of this,” a friend confesses. “I know what you mean,” I say. Because I do. Neither of us have been out
I don’t know about you, but the more I try to ignore my anxiety, the worse it gets. I’ve heard tales about people who could
From 2011 to 2012, I underwent the most intensive course of therapy I have ever gone through in my life. What’s interesting is that I
I wonder what it’s like to just know what you’re doing. Or at least to always feel like you do. To just show up and
It’s been an awfully long time since I’ve had it said to me, but I can still remember the first time I had a partner
“I want attention,” I tell him, arms outstretched. And as he wraps me up into a hug, I can feel his laughter reverberating through both
“I did a very bad thing last night,” I say. “I compared myself to other people. And I hurt myself in the process.” “You know
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