Treading Water in a Pool of Misery – Abandoned by a Stranger
A coworker I barely knew took a transfer and I fell apart. That's when I started wondering if divorce PTSD is actually a thing and whether I have it.
Fever Dream – Ghosts from My Past and Watching Bandersnatch
I have a weird quirk where sometimes the more popular something is, the more I resist jumping on the bandwagon. Some latent habit left over from my rebellious youth? A remnant of anti-establishment feelings that never really disappeared, perhaps?
Doing jack shit this NYE
Laid off, broke, depressed, and hiding it from my mother. NYE plans: me, my kids, and my cats. Also the part where I finally started writing again.
People Problems
Summer school with classmates ten years younger and no baggage. I'm a single mom with twenty years of regret. The disconnect is real and mostly self-imposed.
Grab Your Emotional Baggage – It’s Time for a Guilt Trip!
My son asked why I don't cook at home anymore. I had three hypotheses: post-divorce rebellion, depression, or all of the above. Pack your emotional baggage it's time for a guilt trip. Let's go!
