“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…
Dad’s funeral was beautiful in the way any tragedy is. Bright blue skies with the hazy silhouette of the mountains in the distance. The military chaplain, who spoke passionately about a man he’d never had the chance to meet. …
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…
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…
It’s official: I’m neurodivergent.
I finally got the medical seal of approval when my therapist agreed to walk through the diagnostic screening for ADHD. I was not surprised when I got a perfect score for “inattentive type.”
My diagnosis may be new, but I’ve known I wasn’t neurotypical for a…
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…
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…
“My childhood wounds haven’t impacted me at all because I don’t let them.”
But they did. This woman was talking about how she was always left out as a kid. Everyone would get invited except for her. …
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…
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…
