(Part of a series on relationship anxiety) An over analytic brain never stops trying to understand. We seek to figure out how the world works, how we work, how come if we add a + b we might get c, but sometimes we get y. It’s seriously never ending and we could ride that train … More Why All the ‘Why’s’?
(part of a series of articles on relationship anxiety) Sometimes it can seem like every decision we make has the power to make or break us. It can appear that if we make one wrong step, or one right step, it will set us on a course for horror or glory for the rest of … More Shifting Your Focus
“Comparison is the thief of joy.” I recite this quote to myself almost daily, try to remind myself of it when I’m scrolling through social media, and maybe perhaps should get it tattooed on my forehead so I can see it every time I look in the mirror. Because, the thing is, I compare myself … More The Comparison Trap
I judge you, dear one. Even though you graciously bow and listen, quietly refuting, every time I do. I judge your thin hair and your pale skin. I judge every ridge, every blemish, everything that’s not quite in place. I try to change you, dear one. I try to squeeze you into spaces you don’t … More Dear, Me
I always try to be honest. After years of lying to myself, and as a consequence (I’m ashamed to admit) lying to others, I have made it a mission to always be truthful. That’s sometimes difficult enough on it’s own, but it gets even trickier when the truth is not always so obvious, like when … More Big White Lies
I have twelve hours left of my twenties. And then, I become an adult. All those immature relationships, ways of being, wastes of time will be no more. I only have to live with the drama of life and of my twenties for twelve more hours… Kidding. If only life magically worked that way. Though … More Thank you for my first 30 years
Approximately 4 years ago, I was sitting at a dinner table with mostly strangers- people from all over the world bonded by the marriage of a son and daughter. I struck up a conversation with an older man who, for some reason, just seemed to get me. It was as if he understood me more … More On having it all