I lost someone I loved a little over a week ago. Death makes me feel like a part of my soul has left my body and I never feel like I get it back. Maybe I'm blessed to love so deeply, maybe I feel too much, or maybe I'm just dramatic... no, I'm…
I was 13 years old, bawling my eyes out in my parents’ room. I just lost my big sister to ovarian cancer and I was screaming, asking God how he could do this to someone. How he could take away someone so young and special so suddenly. After what seemed like years of sobbing, my…
Listen to the Audio Version Instead: EpsteinI’m troubled… as I’m sure many were when finishing the documentary about Jeffrey Epstein. I must (shamefully) admit, I knew nothing about Jeffrey before going into the documentary, outside of his extreme wealth. The title of the doc did nothing to inform me, either— FILTHY RICH… how about “Jeffrey…
When I got a message from Taylor informing me she was ready to tell her story but needed help telling it, I was excited, then honored, then extremely intimidated, not only because I’d known and loved her brother since elementary school, but because the Yarnell fire that took 19 hotshots will forever be etched into…
What is grief? If we were to boil it down to one word, I think collectively we could agree that grief is loss. 2020 has made its mark on all of us, causing immense grief - with COVID, we lost our sense of normalcy, some lost their jobs, relationships were torn apart, while mental health…
Racism… what a triggering word, right? At the start of this work, if someone asked whether I was racist, my immediate response would be to jolt my head back, push my brows down as if to say ‘are you crazy?’ and respond with a defensive “no, of course not!” But racism, I’ve discovered, is often…
For many, the thought of self-care sparks images of bubble baths, face masks and “treat yo self” memes. While the images conjured may be accurate, they are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to self-care. The term has been thrown around social media platforms a lot recently and I have to say,…
My name is Lysa Page and I live with an eating disorder (currently in remission). I am 53 and was born in New Hampshire; I lived there until I was nine. Life is very different in the North-Eastern states; it was quite conservative and there were many rules of etiquette, but I loved it nonetheless.…
Hey, my name is David and I am addicted to fear. Allow me to preamble my introduction by saying that I have actively been avoiding writing this blog entry. I have, and will continue to be, cognizant of my past and the avenues that my addiction has dragged me down, kicking and screaming. The fear…
Listen to the Audio Version Instead: From Rosy Cheeks to Crows FeetFrom a young age, maybe seven years old, I realized how quickly I wanted to grow up. But not grow up to get married and have children… I just wanted to be in my twenties and function in the world as an adult that…
I sit here and stare at the screen, convinced I don't have the right words to describe my mom. Amazing? No, too generic... Supportive doesn't quite give her justice... my mom has always been my best friend; she's the type of person you can go to with anything - just to bullshit, to talk about…
POST NUMBER EIGHT – FEELING GREAT. I’ve been in the rhyming mood lately… I’m sure it’ll simmer soon enough. To begin, I want to say that I not only started writing a different story, about my personal mental health journey, but I finished it. Something about it didn’t feel 100% right for the topic though,…
