About an hour ago I had a panic attack. I mean, it kinda caught me off guard, so I didn’t make note of the exact time. But I’d say, give or take, it was an hour ago. You wouldn’t know it from looking at me. Although, …
Tag: mental health
My Pockets Can Only Hold So Much
I like to collect trinkets from nature. Physical representations of memories that cannot be contained. It’s usually not much. A leaf with a ruby hue. An acorn the size of a ping pong ball. A shell so pristine and white I still question whether or not …
The Other Side of Mourning
I moved away from the coast almost two years ago. Sold the home that was a stone’s throw and a short bike ride from the ocean. I left the spot that hurricanes seemed most drawn to, moved far away, deep inland and still the hurricane found …
Every Day I Fight Just Like You
My shirt says, Everyday I Fight. My shirt is a lie. I bought it to support the cause, my cause, desmoid tumors. I wear it because it’s soft. Because I don’t mind sweating in it. Because it fits my mood and my wardrobe, both mostly black. …
I Tried Float Therapy So You Don’t Have To
When my husband grimaced and started talking about Steph Curry before handing me my Mother’s Day gift I knew I was in for it. Sometimes he likes to stray from the typical gift card/flowers/candy combo and that’s usually when things get interesting. This year I got …
The Day I Forgot I Was Sick
It was the kind of warm evening you look forward to after such a long winter. Days of rain left the air sticky enough to remind you summer was right around the corner, but cool enough to let you know it’s still spring. It felt nice. …
Let’s Have A Chat About Dr. Sunshine
As I write this, I must tell you, a more beautiful day could not be had. The sun is shining from one of the bluest skies I’ve ever witnessed. The temperature, a pleasant 75°F. There’s a slight breeze that blows my hair in ticklish wisps across …
