Friday Fixations #10

It’s a Friday and I am too scattered to finish anything I’ve started writing. A couple things are in the works; partially on Google docs, partially in notebooks, and partially in the recesses of my brain that only seem to activate on crowded subway platforms when my hands can’t reach a writing device. I’m not

Not Now

I have neglected writing for about half a year now. Confronting the perpetually blinking cursor on my screen feels about as uncomfortable to me as running into an old coworker on the train when I look horrible and she is laughing with a friend. I avoid eye contact and retreat to the other end of

Podcast Minute – The Mental Illness Happy Hour & #PodcastDay

It’s #PodcastDay in the Twitterverse! I decided to force myself out of my self-imposed anxiety-fueled hiatus from blogging to spread the word about one of my favorite podcasts, The Mental Illness Happy Hour with host, Paul Gilmartin. I found this podcast in a fit of desperation about a year and a half ago. I had

Vinegar is Not a Coping Skill

Hello dear readers. It’s been a while. I haven’t felt the need to write. My brain is devoid of any worthwhile ideas. My beta fish and I have more things in common than I do with any other humans. I just swim around by myself, hide behind my plastic plant, and wait for food. As

Friday Fixations #9

It’s tolerable outside and I actually have social plans this weekend! Time to break out the conversation skills and dance moves because this chick is getting off her couch…maybe. Here are some things I’ve been pondering while not socializing during the week. Women’s Equality Day Apparently Women’s Equality Day exists in conjunction with National Dog

Humidity, Panic, and Trader Joe’s

Yesterday I woke up at 5:35 AM, leaving plenty of time before work to shower, let my curls air dry, and make sure my dog did her business. I was getting ready for this small networking event for a week or so and I wanted to make sure I looked fresh by the end of the

#TheWorstPartOfDepressionIs

This week has been exhausting for no particular reason. I haven’t been feeling creative or motivated or anything other than anxious, irritable, and sad. In lieu of a Friday Fixation here’s my contribution the hash tag going around the Twitterverse, #TheWorstPartofDepressionIs. For me, I’m less depressed, more anxious but I think this is a good

Self-Love and Self-Loathing

I’m pretty well certain my brain is me. When it dies, I die. It’s the only one I’ve got. My brain changed from birth through my Western hemispheric upbringing, my overall health, and my use of drugs and alcohol. My brain is my “self” and every day different cells die and my synapses shift and

Under Construction

Finally, I chose a (better) blog name! I’m keeping you all in suspense until I get the domain for obvious reasons. Thank you to my tiny band of followers, for whatever reason you think my posts are worth reading and that means a lot. I’m hoping to post more regularly now that I’ve gotten the

Manicure Meditation

After the New York Times exposé on nail salons in New York I’ve been wary of where I decide to get my brows shaped and my nails painted. I’ve never been a fan of the overtly cheap places as they always seem to skimp on top coat and the horror stories of fungus after pedicures