Tag: mental health
Criticism Kills
Recently, in a moment of frustration, I was crowdsourcing a question, half-joking, half-pleading: With all the love in my heart, my children have not...
Now Entering My Wintering Era
For the better part of the last eight years, the eight years since I’ve become a mother, I’ve been tired. Lately, the tiredness has...
The Way We Talk About Others Makes a Difference
How we talk about others matters. As our lives have become more digital and more of our communication is done through sharing messages, sending...
Keeping the Thanksgiving Conversation Light
Welcome to the "Ber" months. Our calendars are full of activities, and we have little patience or downtime. However, it is also the most...
The Life of a Breast Cancer Girl: A 10 Year Reflection
Ten years ago, I was cast in a role I never auditioned for: Breast Cancer Girl. And in the 3,650 days since, cancer has...
I’m Finally An Audiobook Listener
I have surprised myself in the last few years and have become an audiobook listener. I always maintained that listening to an audiobook counts...
Just Get Off the Internet
In the early 2010s, "Get Off My Internets" was a popular yet hateful online forum where bloggers were frequently bashed. I was a blogger...
Do I Even Exist? The Mental Load of Motherhood.
I scroll through the vacation photos, the anxiety in my chest rising. I scan the faces, swiping through them with increasing urgency. Smiling photo...
Breaking the Size Stigma: Large Isn’t Bad
I’m sure many of us can recall a time when we felt embarrassed about our body size. It could have been earlier in life,...
I Am the Heaviest and Happiest I’ve Ever Been
I am the heaviest I’ve ever been.And I am the happiest I’ve ever been.
The only other times I weighed more than I do now...
I Quit Instagram, and I Don’t Miss It
Like so many of us, I’m constantly reevaluating my relationship with social media and screen time. And by “reevaluating,” I mostly mean trying to...
The One Where I Cracked
It happened on a Monday. I was sitting across the table from my husband during lunch, our newborn son asleep in my arms, and...
The Hidden Weight of Clutter
Let me be honest: sometimes I feel like my house is quietly plotting against me. I spend all day working, running meetings, answering emails,...
When Father’s Day is Painful
As Father's Day and my dad's 77th birthday approach, I find myself once again in a vulnerable, sad place. For me, Father's Day can...