Hey friends! This is the first in a series on meditation. You—yes you—can meditate. You don’t have to “clear your mind,” and there are a lot of different ways to do it […]
On “tough love” and your fat friend’s health.
“When I feel disconnected from my body, I don’t take care of it. When I embrace my body, when I appreciate what it does for me, I do. Learning not to hate […]
Comparing Suffering
Comparison is the death of joy. –Mark Twain A lot has been said about the potential for suffering when comparing yourself to your friends on Facebook—they seem to be happy, successful, living […]
You Have Our Permission
So often, what we need from friends, family, and the world is permission–permission to feel what we actually feel rather than what we’re supposed to feel; permission to be imperfect; permission to take […]
Imaginary
I’m watching this tv series called River, in which the title character is a police detective in England who has this rather large problem: he sees people who aren’t there and has […]
Five Easy Ways to Fall in Love With Yourself and Find Happiness
I wrote this post a year ago for someone I love who was suffering from depression. Having suffered from it too, I asked myself to come up with the top five things that most […]
A Matter of Life and Death
Originally posted on The Manifesto:
I’ve always wanted to be able to honestly use this phrase, to have something so important, so vital, that it truly was a matter of life and…
Apologizing for Existing
Originally posted on The Manifesto:
I’ve been a little paralyzed to write since the utterly unexpected popularity of my “Depression is a Trip” post. How do you follow something that seems to…
Depression is a Trip
You stay alive you stupid asshole Because you haven’t been excused… –Tony Hoagland, from “Suicide Song“ Depression is a wildly confusing, exhausting trip to someplace you didn’t actually ever intend to […]
Shame and Survival–Monica Lewinsky on the Culture of Humiliation
by Monica Lewinsky “How does it feel to be America’s premier blow-job queen?” It was early 2001. I was sitting on the stage of New York’s Cooper Union in the middle of […]