We’re All Depressed. Let’s Play The Sims
I always know that my seasonal depression has begun when I spend more time playing The Sims than I do living my flesh and blood life.
Read MoreI always know that my seasonal depression has begun when I spend more time playing The Sims than I do living my flesh and blood life.
Read MoreMy dream in life is to be able to support myself with my writing. I do not know if that day will ever come, not because of my talent, or my voice, or my courage, but because I am garbage at email.
Read MoreThis is a time to survive. Your only responsibility is to get through today.
Read MoreWhat will COVID-19 mean for our mental health?
Read MoreI’m afraid that there is no cure for burnout. After all, you can’t untoast toast.
Read MoreHealing isn’t fun or narratively appealing: it’s a whole lot of pulling off scabs and dissecting long broken bones that didn’t set properly. It’s hard.
Read MoreSo I have writer’s block. That’s a lie, I’ve been writing a lot. My journal is hella packed with lyrical meditations on my feels. But in terms of polished essays and pop culture reviews, or wacky interviews about my vagina with ex-boyfriends, I am fried, dudes. Ella got nothin’. But that’s okay! Because the rest […]
Read MoreIt feels like the rug has been pulled out from under you, like you’ve been pushed off a cliff and you are falling and you just keep falling.
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