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some stuff i've written about therapy


I saw an article the other day about how loneliness is as bad for you as cigarettes or something. I don’t smoke much these days, but I’m terribly lonely — and have been for years.

day 19: enough to be simply here

I don’t have to be happy every day. Some days it is enough to be simply here.

day 7: my body afraid of love

I told her about how sometimes I can feel my ribs shrinking, how my shoulders curve inward to protect my heart and I have to consciously remind myself to breathe, breathe, breathe.

day 3: general existential discomfort

I’ve recently been increasingly aware of this design flaw in the system. And by “the system” I mean our whole entire human existence.

When Blogging Isn't Fun and Nothing Else Is Either

Yesterday at 3:17 p.m. I typed into Google “I don’t feel joy.” I had no reason to be unhappy, and yet…

Day 28: Getting Help

I wasn’t sure if I was going to bring this up, but we’re only a few days from the end of this 31-day writing challenge, so fuck it — let’s go. Sometimes part of becoming human means asking for help….

Day 16: Healing

I don’t need a calendar to tell me it’s been a year. I can feel it in the air when I step outside, the crisp wind that tears leaves from trees and sends them skidding down Minneapolis sidewalks. Images crowd…

Dear Christianity, I Have a Few Questions

Dear Christianity, We’ve been together a while now. My whole life, to be exact.  I know we’ve had our hard times, our breakups and makeups and are-we-going-to-make-it stretches, but you’re still my religion. So I have a few questions for…