There are people who injure themselves and immediately become sensible. They rest. They elevate. They accept help. They look at the damaged ...

There’s a particular kind of rage that comes from being triggered by someone who has real authority over you and knowing, in the moment, tha...

A couple of months ago, my subconscious decided that regular anxiety wasn’t pulling its weight, so it built an international maritime crisis...

There is a very specific lie I tell myself almost every day, and it goes like this: “I’m about to start working.” I am not about to start wo...

One of the more annoying things about childhood trauma is that it does not have the decency to stay in childhood. You grow up. You build a l...

I keep trying to convince myself that it is fine to be a functioning adult with a brain held together by caffeine, trauma responses, and wha...

  A long, messy, necessary conversation I am finally writing down I have wanted to talk about this for months. Every time the topic comes up...

I had plans for the second week of my vacation. Big ones. Ridiculous ones. The kind of ambitious, overachieving, deeply delusional plans tha...

This season can mean a thousand different things depending on who you are, where you are, and what your life looks like right now. For some ...

There’s a moment, a terrible, magical, cortisol-soaked moment, when a task finally becomes real for me. It’s not when I write it down. It’s ...

There is a very specific moment that happens every single time I try to be a functional adult. I sit down at my desk, crack my knuckles, ope...

There’s a special kind of betrayal that only your own brain can deliver. One week, you’re in the zone — slicing through spreadsheets, design...

There’s a certain flavor of tech panic that hits my feed like clockwork.  Some guy, usually half-yelling in a forum or comment thread, annou...

There’s this recurring delusion I keep falling for — the idea that if I just do enough, give enough, show up hard enough, the people I work ...

There’s a unique kind of shame that hits when someone assumes you’re lazy, flakey, or unreliable — not because you’re incapable, but because...

Let me paint you a picture. Someone on the street says they’ve been going through it lately. Tough time. Rough patch. Whatever euphemism the...

People love to say, “Just start.” As if that phrase is a magic spell. As if the only thing standing between me and a completed project is th...

Some people walk into a task and actually understand what it will require. They look at a sink full of dishes and think, “That’ll be twenty ...

There’s a particular kind of emptiness that hits after a hyperfixation burns itself out. It doesn’t happen all at once, either. It creeps in...

I used to think I was just awkward. That weird shift mid-conversation where I’d be fully engaged one minute and then suddenly, like someone ...