Self Care Club
For all the times I’ve talked about depression on my blog, I’ve never written about it while experiencing a particularly bad patch. There was always an element of safety and distance that allows for a healthy amount of navel gazing,…
On need and expectancy
I don’t need my husband. At least I suppose, not the way I’m expected to need him. The way I’m expected to need anybody. If or when you couple off, there becomes this expectancy that you’ve found some part of…
On being enough
It’s easier for me to point out the times I’ve felt good about my body, not because that’s the status quo but those flashes of confidence are so few and far between. Any time I’ve ever felt sexy or powerful,…
Antidepressants: Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the pills
It felt like a defeat. A failure by my very own design. At this point though it was less an act of self-care and more one of self-preservation. There really is only so long you can go staring at the…
Help! I have no idea what I’m doing! Dealing with Impostor …
Impostor syndrome is the feeling that you’re a fraud, and any success you’ve had? All down to chance. Or a fluke. Or a clerical error. Either way you definitely 100% should not be here. It’s that feeling that you get…