If these walls could talk what would they say?
I’ve never been a very confident person. Not as a child or a teenager. And now as a […]
I couldn’t believe how healing the entire process was: the writing itself, the discussions prior to publishing, and then the conversations it allowed me to have after it was published. It felt like scrubbing myself clean after years of feeling a mix of blame and shame and disgust and numbness.
“I wouldn’t define myself as an alcoholic, despite the doctors scare tactics. But I believe that because my problem doesn’t fit into the definition of alcoholic, it’s almost as though I’ve given myself permission to stay immersed in this problem I have.”
“I guess I come back to you in my mind when I do feel “crazy.” Crazy for being nostalgic over a bad friend, for me being a bad friend, and for our messed up friendship.”
Dear Claire Wineland, You know how there are some people in life, who, when you see them, you […]
All I wanted was a half-priced drink after my 9-to-5. Yet I called an Uber because I know […]
I have the 1975 on repeat. I tend to listen to artists, songs, really on repeat until the […]
It occurs to me that, quite often, people tell me that I am “too nice.” I am really […]
At work I am a person without wants, needs, desires, hobbies, interests, loved ones, weekends. At work I […]