Tag: mental-health

• Self-Inflicted and Poorly Supervised

  May 24

  I know I don’t need caffeine. That’s the first honest thing I write today, and I almost want to stop there because it already sounds like the kind of sentence… more ›

• The Fine Art of Holding a Grudge

  May 24

  When we were kids, grudges lasted about six minutes.Someone stole your crayon, you cried, your mom intervened, and ten minutes later you were both eating the same bag of chips… more ›

• Mirror, Mirror on My Desk…

  May 6

  We spend a lot of time looking outward. At expectations. At what other people are doing, saying, or thinking. We compare, we react, we adjust. Most of our day is… more ›

• Alone at the Happiest Place on Earth

  Apr 25

  Most people would say the Disneyland Resort isn’t a place you go alone.That doing so feels equal parts pathetic and depressing. And maybe… on paper, it is. But I did… more ›

• Little-Known Facts About Me

  Apr 8

  If you look back long enough, you start to notice the strange little things that were always there. Not the big milestones. Not the obvious moments. The quieter details— the… more ›

• Like Buttered Toast With Jelly and Coffee In The Morning 

  Apr 5

  Sometimes, in my early morning musing with my coffee, I get philosophical.  That sometimes makes me want to kick my own ass.  I mean, why am I complicating a beautiful… more ›

• No Schedule, Just Sunlight and Shortcuts to Nowhere

  Apr 4

  I grew up in the 70s and 80s, in a city that felt like it was still learning its own edges. Streets weren’t lined with development yet, and blank spaces—lots… more ›

• Throwing Words Into the Wind

  Apr 1

  Let me tell you a story…something I learned about myself, and only fully recently acknowledged. This won’t be a confession of weakness, nor a tale of courage or inner strength.… more ›

• Out of the Dark to Find Me Again

  Mar 24

  So last night, I had a realization. Not one of those cinematic, lightning-strikes-the-soul kind of realizations. No dramatic music, no sudden gasp into the void. More like… sitting there, minding… more ›

• Between Me and Myself

  Mar 22

  Sometimes the quietest conversations are the ones we have with ourselves.They come in fragments—moments of memory, glimpses of people we’ve loved, the echo of a voice we thought we’d lost.… more ›

• The Burden of Grief

  Mar 18

  This comes not as a confession, but as a quiet observation—drawn from conversations with those who have known loss, who have carried grief quietly and persistently. Grief is both deeply… more ›

• Fire and Grace

  Mar 17

  There are things that will make you angry. You’re human. It’s inevitable. Something, somewhere, sometime is going to piss you off. It’s going to happen. What really matters is how… more ›

• Dichoso El Árbol

  Mar 10

  Music. For most, it is simply entertainment. For some, it fills the silence. For others, it is just noise, or a distraction from what weighs on the mind. But for… more ›

• More Than a Story

  Mar 9

  When I was a kid growing up, like any other kid, I had dreams about what I wanted to be when I grew up. A writer wasn’t one of them.… more ›

• Not Just Here, But HERE

  Mar 1

  It started as an observation. Not a complaint — at least I don’t think it was. Why do we write referrals for things that could be solved with a conversation?… more ›