I am proud to report that my current bullet journal is still fully functional and I use it nearly every day.
You can do more. This doesn’t mean you aren’t doing enough right now, it means you contain multitudes, you are a powerful force full of too many stories to tell the same one over and over.
I am so excited to announce that I'm the newest author of "Recovering from Mental Illness," a blog on the popular mental health website, HealthyPlace.com.
To everybody out there struggling to take care of themselves, to get their work done, to take a shower, to get out of bed, to breathe in and out, I get it and I’m with you. We can get better at this self-care stuff together.
The only way to get published anywhere is to actually submit your work. That guy might have gotten published because he was a man or because he has “life experience,” but ultimately, he got published because he submitted.
Whenever I put on my combat boots and layer a chunky sweater over a sundress, I hear a little voice in my head all day long that says “Fuck yeah, I am providing a valuable service because I have a marketable skill.” You just don’t get that vibe from your underwear (or maybe you do, in which case, kudos).
I get to hang out in a bar with my friends once a week, and I roll sparkly pink dice to determine if I successfully shoot a demon through its nonexistent heart, which is exactly the kind of femme fatale shit I’m looking for. But as a writer, I’ve noticed that my personality is not always overly compatible with D&D.