For the first time in my adult life, I was grappling with the word “boyfriend.”

“Boyfriends” were easy back in high school. I didn’t consider issues like “life direction” or “compatibility.” You’re cute, you make me laugh, and you’re willing to talk to me for more than 2 seconds without vomiting? You’re in.

That changed when I left Wyoming and discovered Tinder.

Unlike my high…

I used to be a prolific online sharer.

I’d share everything. My college grades. Pictures of my pets. Agonizing, highly detailed accounts of my experiences with depression. All of it. Writing online felt less private than a diary but more cathartic. I could get near-instant affirmation and support from an…

It’s been three years.

Back then, I was an overworked and overcommitted college student, balancing a full-time course load with a full-time job as a freelance writer. An agency I wrote for was telling their clients I was a “senior writer,” and said I had to present myself as such. The margin for error…

“Have you ever experienced any trauma?”

I was meeting with a new psychiatrist for the first time when she dropped that question on me.

I thought for a second. Well, I’ve never been raped or sexually assaulted. For some reason, that was the first thing that came to mind.

I’ve also never been in war. I’ve…

We adopted a 7-year-old Phillipino boy named Steven.

It was our eighth date (but who’s counting?) and we decided to wander around 16th Street Mall in Denver, which is just a few city blocks of shops and restaurants.

On a few street corners, I spotted guys in vests who were almost certainly trying to sell us something.

“Let’s…

I don’t know if the condition has a name, but I’ve been calling it “fake sleep.”

The first four hours of my sleep are great. That deep, yummy sleep where you wake up and go “Ah, I slept. Nice.”

The second four hours are nonsense. I swear I wasn’t conscious…

I went to a car dealership when I was 12 years old to buy like seven Lamborghinis.

The dealer treated me like I was 12 — which I was.

“You can’t afford these cars,” he told me. He insisted upon taking me through the whole financing process even though I had enough money in the bank to buy 10 Lamborghinis (but I was being conservative by only…

Jordan Yates

Mental Health Advocate | Writer | Aspiring Cat Lady | https://jordanyates.me/

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