I Googled My Symptoms and Now I’m Either Fine or Am I?
A Love Letter to WebMD and Our Collective Hypochondria
A Love Letter to WebMD and Our Collective Hypochondria
Congratulations on your coherent sentence structure. Unfortunately, that’s suspicious.
I’ve spent a long time trying to figure out where I fit online. Some people build their entire brand around one topic, one niche, one perfectly curated identity. Meanwhile, I’m over here interested in creativity, mental health, recovery, blogging, digital products, personal growth, honest conversations, and about seventeen
Not all depression looks like falling apart. Sometimes it feels like slowly disappearing from your own life.
Nothing reveals a person’s true character faster than a delayed connecting flight.
A letter to the little girl I’m still learning to protect
An essay about emotional editing, self-protection, and the exhausting effort of remaining readable to other people.
Grief without a timeline, recovery without redemption arcs, and the truths we’ve agreed to ignore
This is the hill I will die on, and I have already dug the grave.
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Learning to Take Shelter
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