:: I have loved writing this blog, and I will return to it. For now, however, I will be taking a break from it. I have good reasons why, and I’d like to share them with you.
:: I’m afraid my career is trash—Is there anything I can do about it? Will writing 25 books make me feel better? No. It will not. Expressing gratitude helped me see not only that I needed to ride out the anxiety wave. It also helped me see that I could.
:: My therapist insisted that I make some serious changes to my life. Everything that wasn’t essential to my life had to go. I had to quit hard things, and some seemed impossible. But sometimes we have to scale back to survive, to thrive. Here’s how I did it and how you can, too.
:: I’ve spend most of my life not feeling good enough. Like I have something to prove. You might feel the same, but the good news is, we don’t have to live this way.
:: Like so many autistic adults who are diagnosed later in life, my past clicked into focus once I was diagnosed. All of my awkwardness that led to bullying and more—I didn’t realize how much I blamed myself for those things. Why couldn’t I have been stronger? What was wrong with me? I didn’t realize that I never had a chance because I never received support.
:: Coming out from under a crushing deadline doesn’t mean you’re going to be happy. It can mean the opposite.
:: I can laugh about it now, but I have never forgotten how it felt to have sent an email with the intent to make the world a better place, to have received praise in private, and then to have been humiliated in public.
:: In 24 hours, the truth was before us, a truth that had probably been there all along. Sometimes things just die.
:: Today, when this fear of death hit me, I realized that I’ve been carrying these thoughts around in the back of my mind for so long that I can’t remember when they started. Perhaps two years of pandemic, of living under a shroud of death, has created this pall.