You Will Grow From Your Grief


I looked lackadaisically at screen of my phone: “Coffee tomorrow?” When I didn’t answer Katie responded with only symbols: “?!?!?!” followed by the implied screaming of a Caps Lock button – “TANYA!!!???” She paused and let a few more diminutive cycles of seconds pass before she tried again: “Are you alive?!?” Leave it to another […]

The Time I Moved To Idaho


The time I moved to Idaho – what a conundrum I am finally starting to solve and make peace with. I’m going to be real blunt and let y’all know that I went about doing so the entirely wrong way, although I’m not sure there was a better option considering the circumstances. I didn’t mean […]

I Fucking Love Therapy


Yesterday I went to therapy. Am I going to tell you every time I go to therapy and sing its motherfucking praises? Try and stop me. Or don’t because mental health is super important and nothing to be shameful of. You don’t need to be in peril, the throes of an existential crisis, or have […]

Stuck In A Rut & That’s Okay


Writing is hard. Writing that sentence was hard, and it wasn’t even a sentence – it was a mere three words. It took me about 1.5 seconds to put my fingertips to the clicking of a keyboard to articulate that emotion and I feel utterly exhausted. Literally, I could do with a nap right now. […]

Jumping For Joy


It was Saturday night and we were careening down a curvy road headed towards the Cache National Forest. We’d planned on going to Causey Reservoir the following day and figured why not turn it into all-out soiree that included camping under the stars, sitting around a fire, and being one with nature & shit. Once […]

On Depression & Anxiety


They say life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get. Except most boxes of chocolate come with those handy-dandy tops that clearly explain what everything is: Perhaps I’m being too literal, because I imagine the gist behind what Forrest Gump was trying to articulate was figurative. For the sake […]

Why I Go To Therapy & You Should Too


Okay, so maybe you don’t need therapy. First of all, congratulations. Second of all, fuck you and your semi-charmed kind of life – seriously. I’ve been in therapy since my early teens and in some capacity I know I always will be. Whether I go once a week, a month, or a year – you know how […]