It’s strange how the tiniest moments of life get stuck in your head and play on loop. Recently, my memory earworm is about a beverage.
My boyfriend and I had been together for well over a year when it happened, and we went to my parents’ house to hang out with my family. We sat down on the couch like we always did, and a few minutes later, my sister asked, “Aren’t you going to offer him a drink?”
I was flabbergasted. Was I supposed to get him a beverage? Why did I have to get him a drink, but he didn’t have to get me a drink? Hell, why did anyone need a drink? Is there a reason he would be thirsty? I’m sure he would tell me if he was thirsty, and then I’d get him a glass of water. Or did she mean alcohol? …
I’m not going to lie: I’m writing about this because I’m sick of reading about it. Every other writing article, it seems, is arguing in favor of one or the other: quality or quantity.
I wonder if we’re asking the right questions. I wonder if we’re having valuable discussions. I wonder if these discussions are created to help other writers or to cover our own asses and put some duct tape on our fractured egos (myself included).
This argument is inherently flawed, and I’m hoping by dispelling the myth, I can set at least one writer free so they can finally get to do what they came here to do: write. …
I couldn’t handle today, so I escaped to read.
I read 2 books today. Last year, I read 9 total.
They were both short and both amazing — “The Gifts of Imperfection” by Brene Brown and “And Then There Were None” by Agatha Christie.
Why am I sharing this? Because yesterday and today, everything has been garbage in America, and I don’t have the mental energy to process it all yet, and I know I can’t be the only one.
For a few days, Twitter and Facebook are going to be endless doomscrolls that make me want to vomit and/or cry, so I’m taking care of my mental health by reading. …
The other day, I was going on a regular social media “doom-scroll sesh” when a post stopped me in my tracks. I don’t want to go into too much detail because… oof, but it was very anti-women.
Yeah, surprisingly, not my cup of tea. And then I saw who posted it — someone who I actually had been friends with at one point.
My immediate reaction was to click her profile, unfriend her, and get back to my day. I didn’t hesitate, and poof — “friend” gone.
Why? According to DigitalMarketing.org, …
I’ve struggled with depression my entire life. At times, it’s really hard. Luckily, I’ve been blessed with some wonderful education and therapy that’s helped me better manage my symptoms by myself. Through over a decade of therapy, I’ve learned quite a few coping techniques; however, only a few have made a major impact on my mental health.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, gratitude has been, without a doubt, the most positive technique I’ve learned in my mental health journey. However, I feel it’s not used as often as it should be because:
“To tell the chronic procrastinator to ‘just do it’ would be like saying to a clinically depressed person, ‘cheer up.’”
— Joseph Ferrari, PhD
It was 11:07 PM on a Monday night when I hit “submit” on my research paper: the final assignment of the fall semester. It was due in 52 minutes. I had a week to do it, and plenty of time to turn it in, so why now? Why did it take me so long?
More so, why the hell was I willing to put myself through the panic and stress of waiting until the last minute to write it? …
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Are you a hot mess? Me too. Luckily, I occasionally fly under the radar as a “lukewarm mess” thanks to picking up the habit of using a paper planner a few years ago.
In high school, I didn’t track anything. I just remembered what I had to do and when I had to do it. Moving to college made planning a necessity, and I found that the convenience and prettiness of paper planners were too wonderful to resist. …
You’re here! Excellent. Or is it?
Because here’s the thing: as writers, we fight a great beast regularly called “Resistance,” a common theme in Steven Pressfield’s work, The War of Art. As described by Steven Pressfield,
“Rule of thumb: The more important a call or action is to our soul’s evolution, the more Resistance we will feel toward pursuing it.”
Ah. You’re feeling the resistance again, eh? It’s okay. I understand.
Now, I want to help you, because you’re a writer, and you’re my kind of person. …
Have you ever had the kind of day where it seems the world has conspired against you?
Everything goes wrong. You fail an exam, your kids won’t stop screaming, your dog ate who knows what, you have a strong headache, and you just want to go to bed at 5 PM.
And then, out of nowhere, something happens:
And almost instantly, you feel a surge of joy, of conviction — “I can do this.” …
Growing up, everyone around me told me to follow my passions to find my dream career. And that worked great — until it didn’t.
Originally, I wanted to be a clinical psychologist, but after a series of disappointing medical test results, I realized my dream literally wasn’t possible.
That’s when it hit me — would it have been possible anyway?
I was passionate about mental health, research, and helping others… But I’m a massive introvert who’s too empathetic for her own good. Clinical psychology would’ve sucked the joy and health out of me.
But psychology was my passion (or, at least, one of a dozen). …