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. […]

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 […]

Things I’m Willing To Admit About Myself


I could be what some people would call a “odd duck,” or “strange ranger.” The Urban Dictionary defines the latter as someone who marches to the tune of their own sequin-clad, boot-wearing, star-wars-lovin’ drummer (The accuracy there is on point for me). I have a unique sense of humor and a reputation for being the person that will always […]

The Post-Res Blues


When you leave a Goddard residency, you should be bestowed with a nice little label that says “Warning: I’m emotionally vulnerable.” And by “emotionally vulnerable” we don’t mean this lightly, we mean we are walking open wounds and the salt shaker is looming over our heads every step we take. I could see my roommates […]