Living and thriving as a highly sensitive introvert and empath in an extroverted world
Following a years-long struggle with undiagnosed illnesses and exhausting treatments, I finally want to address how I have been living with complications of chronic fatigue syndrome. Though it has never been easy, these challenges have brought valuable insights, prompted self-awareness, and elicited permanent lifestyle changes as I'm learning how to…
For the second night in a row, it happened. This time, I was standing in my kitchen consulting my Google Home on how long I could safely thaw raw meat at room temperature before bacteria began growing. The moment the shrill, public alert alarm broke through the locked screen of…
I’d like to think that Daylight Savings Time was just as eager as the rest of us to get this lovely day started—this day where (although we should celebrate it every day) we formally celebrate women everywhere. As a woman, I’ve always struggled with my identity—that is, how can I…
Though this is an old set of photos, it’s a set that I’ve been sitting on for months. And sometimes, words can’t provide the perspective that we’re really looking for. So, for this week’s post, there are words–but most of them aren’t mine. And there is perspective–just, not all in…
Disclaimer: This blog post addresses heavier mental health topics than usual, including discussions of depression and self-harm. I am not a psychiatrist or a mental health specialist. I’m writing purely from an emotional standpoint–and because I just want to send out love and hope to anyone who happens to read…
In my last major post, I discussed my fears to pursue my lifelong sleeping desire to be a novelist. I call it a sleeping desire because, although I have literally been writing, illustrating, and narrating stories since I was in the single digits, I didn’t have the confidence to believe…
Not gonna lie: when I think about the term “tidying up,” I think about a stray toy on the floor, an open book on the coffee table, or maybe some excess paper on a desk. What I don’t think about is the endless black hole that I’ve managed to amass somewhere…
Several years, ago, while moving into my current house and unpacking the multitude of boxes that I’d brought with me from my apartment, I came upon an interesting piece of paper called “Creative Change.” On the paper was a list of 12 commandments of sorts, each instructing the user to…
