• I STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE…AND I’M NOT OKAY

    ***Disclaimer*** To those who found hope, support, and strength from my previous article, this is not meant to deter you. This is not meant to tell you that not having a strict career path is not okay. As I state way down below, I still believe what I wrote.  This post is meant to let you know that this is sometimes the reality of those beliefs and that if you have days when you feel like this was all for naught, know that those days pass. Know that your story is not my story. Know that your story is more than one bad day, month, week, or year. This is my story…

  • I HAVE A CONFESSION…

    *Disclaimer – This is not a post littered with humor. It has a lot of dark themes that may be “trigger-some” to those who struggle with an eating disorder, self-harm, or depression* I have a confession to make: I’m a fraud. I preach the importance of adopting a healthy lifestyle, but I rarely follow my own advice. In fact, I treat myself in a way that is…abhorrent, to put it lightly. There’s a multitude of layers regarding why I treat myself the way that I do. In the end, I think it comes down to two things: I don’t feel like I am worthy of love and I allow fear to influence…

  • “ALMOST 30” – A POEM

    I am almost 30. I am approximately, essentially, roughly, bordering on 30. I am scared. I am hopeful. I am sure. I am lost. I am void. I am numb. I am almost 30. When the sky opens and emits liquid goo, my knees creak and I say things like, “My joints are acting up again!” I am almost 30. When the server asks me if I want fries or chips, I say, “I’ll have the side salad in lieu.”  I am almost 30. I don’t listen to the radio. I listen to podcasts. I am almost 30. I don’t read the gossip columns, I study weather forecasts. I am almost 30.…

  • IT’S (ALMOST) MY BIRTHDAY, AND I CAN CRY IF I WANT TO

    Pessimist. Misanthropist. Debbie Downer. If you’re someone who would rather not with birthdays, you’re automatically labeled as a succubus to all things fantastic and fun. To the majority, what’s not to love about a day dedicated to your existence? What’s not to love about presents and around-the-clock jubilation? Here’s the thing about people who hate their birthdays — we really aren’t trying to piss you off. This has nothing to do with you. This has nothing to do with your wants, your needs, or your idea of what a birthday should be. Take a second to step back and empathize with the person you’ve branded as a negative Nancy. Take a moment to understand where that person might be coming from. I have…

  • LIFE IS BETTER ON A TIGHTROPE: WORK/LIFE BALANCE ISN’T A “PERK,” IT’S A NECESSITY

    It’s been a little over a year since I wrote an article revealing one of the biggest sources of my anxiety: career uncertainty. Much to my surprise, it was well-received. The declarative, “I thought I was the only one,” was found time and time again within the confines of my inbox. While being human has its fair share of challenges, one of the advantages of besting the evolutionary process is the ability to self-reflect. I’ve found myself thinking a lot lately about where I was then, where I am now, and where I am going. Despite numerous attempts to lock down a concrete answer to each segment of that existential trifecta, I’ve…