Have Yourself A Merry Little September

I find my nephew’s emotional sensitivity endearing and moving, especially as I get to experience it alongside his joy and humor. When we describe kids as being constantly carefree and light, we not only erase important aspects of their humanity, we also set an impossible standard for ourselves as we get older.

Healing is Hard Part 2: Doing The Work

“You’re doing the work.”  My therapist said this to me recently. I’ve heard this from therapists before. It’s a phrase that’s both flattering and irritating in its vagueness. What is “the work?” Why am I doing it? And how long do I have to keep it up? 

One Year Later

I was alone so longI didn’t even know that I was lonelyOut in the cold so longI didn’t even know that I was coldTurned my collar to the windThis is how it’s always been All I’ve ever known is how to hold my ownAll I’ve ever known is how to hold my ownBut now IContinue reading “One Year Later”

My Other Self: Shame, Perfectionism, and ADHD

“I’m afraid of disappointing the people in my life.” A minute or two after I said these words, I realized they weren’t true. I was trying to explain to a friend the sense of free-floating anxiety and general frustration I’d been feeling the past month. With a few glorious exceptions including my sister’s wedding, aContinue reading “My Other Self: Shame, Perfectionism, and ADHD”

Superhero Origin Story

Well I’m on my way/I don’t know where I’m going/I’m on my way/Takin’ my time but I don’t know where.   — Paul Simon It’s my first shift at work on Adderall and I feel like Peter Parker when he turned from being a nerdy outcast into a badass who could shoot spider webs from hisContinue reading “Superhero Origin Story”

Autobiography of a “Schmidiot”

“This one a long time have I watched. All his life he has looked away to the future…to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing!” –Yoda, The Empire Strikes Back” I step into the kitchen and my mom asks, “Do you think it’s working?” “I don’t think so.Continue reading “Autobiography of a “Schmidiot””