I’m extremely sick of reading articles about writing — so I thought I’d write one myself! Recently, Medium decided that a writer has to have 100 followers to earn a pittance paid from their ad revenue. Corporate greed aside, I signed up on Medium to get paid for my writing…

The DMS-V, or Fifth Edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, has been updated to include “prolonged grief syndrome.” Basically, it allows therapists to bill insurance if they are talking to a client about grief, and allows medical companies to make a buck off drugging people out of a basic…

In the last year, I’ve gotten back into mobile gaming. My social games of choice are RTS, or Real-Time Strategy, in which real people coordinate to build their profile’s strength and perform tasks and objectives to build their collective strength. Having a strong guild — group of real people —…

Medicine, War, and Music: Innovative Progress, Not Centrism In March of 2021, I was told what I always knew: I have fibroids. I’m not a fan of any part of the medical establishment, so what drove me to the gynecologist was not the run of the mill excruciating pain that…

Therapy helps many people, but not everyone. Most often, the people who are helped by therapy never learned a social script to bring up their problems with trusted people in their lives, never learned how to have trusted friends instead of frequent acquaintances, or never learned how to identify emotions…

In early 2019, I started looking for a therapist because I figured they might be a useful tool in my quest to become less verbally abusive and hypercritical to my husband. After much fuckery with insurance, I found a practice that had the office hours I needed. The woman I…

I rediscovered this piece I wrote in June of 2019, and recalled that I always intended to publish it. Doing so now hurts in a special, indescribable way — much like the pain in October of 2020 that drove me to finally start a medical journey in March of 2021…

In my everyday life, I talk a lot about burnout, work-life balance, and the boundaries people fail to have with their workplaces. Thus, it is no surprise that a friend of mine sent me this Refinery29 article. I read it with wry exasperation; watching people with more influence and larger…

The first concert I ever went to alone, my friend and I were caught in a forward push and went down. I was in high school and a wrestler so I braced myself over her to protect her while a dude the size of Jupiter was slowly pushed down on…