No Shit Sherlock Award – Emotional Damage
Scientists have finally confirmed what I've known since the early 2000s. I'd like to present the No Shit Sherlock Award for the most obvious study — and share my personal checklist of achievements unlocked.
Sunday Bloody Sunday
My mother tried to gaslight me about my own period over breakfast. It went downhill from there. Welcome to Guatemala!
How to Ruin a Good Time – The Black Hole Situationship
My friend X left our holiday party in tears over a scrub who won't even call it a relationship. I watched him self-destruct and I have thoughts. Mostly: know your worth.
Why All the Questions? Pretending It’s Not Paranoia
Are the annoying questions I am subjected to by my mother the beginning stages of mental illness or just her paranoia? Either way, not good.
Back in the Emotional Support Saddle Again
Once again, I am back in the saddle of playing emotional support person for my good friend X. Will he never learn?
