Blog Archive

On Body Image and Identity

“You look strong,” my yoga teacher said, as she explained my body’s inability to do a pose. She went on to point out the Santa Clara Track and Field shirt I was wearing. I blinked. I didn’t feel strong. I felt supremely out-of-shape, a shell of my former self. I know wearing the t-shirt presents a different message.

The connection between self-care, mental health, and houseplants.

I bought a basil plant from Trader Joe’s. My family has a history of killing basil plants. My mother had purchased several basil plants from Trader Joe’s over the years and never seemed to be able to find the appropriate light for it in our home. I had inadvertently continued this tradition.

Hello, Seasonal Depression!

Alarm rings. Depressed brain: it’s too early for this. Reptilian brain: exercize? Boss: You’re late again. Lunch: you probably shouldn’t be eating me at 10am. Depressed brain: maybe i should quit.

Depression and Empathy Fatigue

(Or, the Unfortunate Necessity of Psychiatrists). I’ve never liked my psychiatrists. Because I’ve moved around a bit, I’ve had several, each impersonal and well-practiced in faking empathy (though not necessarily well).

On Period Hunger

Why do I feel gaslit when I read articles about period hunger — specifically when the articles equate “cravings” and “hunger”? People know there’s a difference, right? Cravings are wanting something that would be nice to have. It would make you happy.

On Quarantine Birthdays

I get that there’s much worse happening to much better people right now, but I offer you a small lament: I hate that my birthday is today and I get to see almost no one to celebrate. I get that the “cool” way to approach your birthday is to “not wanna make a big deal about it” and “just chill with a few friends maybe” but that’s never how I’ve preferred to celebrate.

Tiger King: Escapism in Quarantine

To be honest, I’ve started writing this article three separate times. I saw the docuseries “Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem, and Madness” a couple weeks ago and have been obsessed ever since. I loved it.

Dear Period,

Why are you so mad at me for not having a baby? My work is no longer paying me and there is a world-wide health epidemic. Now is not a good time for cramps. Or a child. Dear Period, I know I’m not pregnant. You’re evidence I’m not pregnant. So why am I nauseous?