Sunday Bloody Sunday
My mother tried to gaslight me about my own period over breakfast. It went downhill from there. Welcome to Guatemala!
Another Year, Another Bad Birthday
Another year, another bad birthday. I should expect to be disappointed, yet somehow, I am still surprised. If your birthday was a catastrophe again this year, you're in good company.
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.
Dirty Big Secrets – Hiding a Legacy of Mental Illness
My aunt was diagnosed with something, put in a home, and never spoken of again. My family treats mental illness like a dirty secret.
