Featured Personal Essays
Depression, instead of giving me a break for any length of time, chose instead to be an obnoxious guest, crashing on my couch and putting the empty box of Froot Loops back in the cupboard without telling me before I went grocery shopping...
This essay was published on The Mighty on September 25, 2017.
I tell myself that I believe things will get better. I tell myself that I believe life is worth living. I tell myself that I believe someday I will be happy. All these lies I tell myself in the hope they will eventually ring true and I will come to believe them...
A slightly modified version of this essay, titled "When Robin Williams Died, I Realized the Greatest Lie Depression Had Told Me" was published on The Mighty on August 10, 2017.
For eight years I ran my own business while dealing with the challenges and stressors that came with it. Panic attacks had become a weekly, if not daily, occurrence and I lived my life like I was only half a step ahead of a charging boulder...
A slightly modified version of this essay, titled "5 Tips for Living With 'High-Functioning' Bipolar Disorder" was published on The Mighty on July 25, 2017.
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Be proud of what you do but remember there's a fine line between being proud and bragging. For a successful website, keep your ego in check and your customers a priority...
We're all crazy
You and me
those locked up
those running free
I can prove it
or lose it
even abuse it
but I can't hold me up...
She chose to share her love
At least as much as any cat can
On my lap, her back to me
while she cleaned
Both of us wanting to be here
With only one of us willing to admit it
I’ll press you up against the wall
Cradle your face in my hands and kiss you long and deep with passion
If you’ll wrap your legs around me
Clasp your hands behind my neck, pull me in and throw away all caution
Reminding me once again why it is I choose to stay