All in Self

Unlearning Adulthood: The Truth About Time Outs

If time outs were redesigned as opportunities to come back to ourselves, to really think about our actions holistically—not as “good” or “bad”, “right”, or “wrong,” but whether our actions really align with who we are as humans, then maybe they’d stick around past adolescence.  If the timeout matured with us into adulthood, we may not fear moments in elevators, being first to the party, last on the yoga mat, alone on train, because time, out, alone would no longer be a symbol of wrongdoing.  A timeout would be sacred.

Breaking Up With Illness, What Life Without Lyme is Really Like

Ten years ago, I was given a life sentence of Chronic Lyme Disease. It was horrifying and a relief all at once. Chronic illness conditions us to a mentality of stasis. What we are now is what we will always be. There is comfort in a reality of stasis. Without fear of the unknown, we can curl up in our little bubble of pills, supplements, brain fog, and heated blankets. It is safe here in the comfort of our distress.

The Oppression of Thought

I can't hear myself, if I don't have the chance to listen. 

I worry I’m too depressed to write.  Like a writer’s block in the form of a muzzle, straight jacket, and padded helmet, entirely impeding any sort of arrangement of words on a screen, page, Post-It or napkin crumpled in my car console.  When I take the Kaiser mental health quiz, which I highly encourage for any person looking for a laugh and the fastest diagnosis known to the internet, I question my first assessment. Am I too depressed, or are we all too depressed?  Rather than spiral an entire society into a deeper despair than this quiz can diagnose, I wonder if depression isn’t the problem at all?

A Guide to Self Love

Humans are born to love, yet fear clouds our rational judgment and convinces us that life is not a series of Hallmark movie moments.

I’m changing my attitude.  I spent years hating Valentine’s Day because I didn’t think I had the energy to love.  Growing up with Lyme, I thought I was too broken to love, and lacked the confidence to love myself.  Now that I’m out of the woods of tick-borne disease, I realize I wasted years afraid love would cause more pain than all the blood draws, injections, and mountains of medical bills.  However, that now sounds crazy.  Humans are born to love, yet fear clouds our rational judgment and convinces us that life is not a series of Hallmark movie moments.  But what if our judgement is wrong?   Looking past the candy hearts and discount bouquets, I want to return to the root of Valentine’s day.  Whether it’s a day spent alone, with a partner, or a group of gals,  Valentine’s day should serve as a reminder that love actually IS all around us (thanks Hugh Grant!).  

Why No One Reads Your Blog

We all have stories to tell.  It's the wonderfully unique aspect of human existence.  Despite what the Millennial haters say, we actually are special snowflakes.  Yet, one look at the internet, and any alien race would hardly see individuality.  Obsessed with writing more, posting more, collecting more likes to earn more cash, we don't consider the actual value of another article promising a recipe for joy that only delivers a half written list of ingredients optimized for Google search ranking.  

This Feminine Life

Now, our world is in a consciousness shift, and it's been a long time coming.  All of the powerful men banished from their political, social, and entertainment thrones by women who have waited far too long for respects, rights, and basic safety, still has me wondering if womanhood really is worth it.