They tried to make me go to rehab but I said…fine. An essay from a few years back about my time in rehab and struggling with depression. I moved back home to the east coast after a few years on the west coast. Things felt stable, I felt stable, but maybe a little better than … More Party Done, Party Girl
*This is an old essay, but one I am very fond of. I hope you like it too.* Yoga has become a thing in my life—to the point where people ask me what I did last weekend and I say “yoga.” Yikes. But yoga does for me what it claims to do, which makes me … More Syamatara, Sitatara, Kurukulla
Well friends, tomorrow I head to Portugal, first to the capital city of Lisbon then down to the Algarve Coast to a beach town called Albufeira. I am really excited but there are some things I have on my mind that I wanted to share. I’m nervous about how my brother Takkin will behave during … More On the Eve of My Trip to Portugal
We all know I’ve had my share of interesting dates and boyfriends throughout the course of my dating history, but I have been lucky enough to share the past couple months with someone who seems very different than the rest. The following list might seem generic or simple, but the truth is that these are … More 10 Reasons Why My New Boyfriend Isn’t the Worst
I just came home from a 4-hour long session with a psychiatrist who deals with mentally ill, developmentally delayed patients. He is one of a handful who has this role in the entire state of Virginia. “Many mental health clinics and hospitals don’t want to deal with people who are the ‘R’ word,” he said, … More My Mentally Ill Brother Might Be the Next Headline
I went to Harris Teeter tonight to buy some lunch for tomorrow and the man who served me was very clearly mentally handicapped. He shoveled my pulled pork chicken into the plastic container in a slow, deliberate way. He spilled a few strands on another deli dish but was kind and helpful. I couldn’t help … More There Are Beautiful Things in This World
