I read somewhere that someone said living without their loved one is like being perpetually homesick for a home that no longer exists…

I am learning to train myself to stop guilting myself over what I should be doing in the wintertime and to go with what my body is telling me. My body is telling me to binge-watch all six seasons of Glee in one of many rotations of sweats and sweaters, all while lying horizontally in my sanctuary of a bed. Do I feel FOMO when I see friends and mutuals going on on their 6th consecutive weekend? NOPE!

My dad has always been my superhero, the gravity that keeps me grounded when life feels like it’s falling apart. Lately, though, I’ve been learning what it means to face the weight of the c-word and how, sometimes, the greatest comfort comes from simply being there for someone you love.

I swear - one of my best friends deserves a PhD in psychology without having gone to school for it. We had a conversation recently about why someone might stay on your mind, even though you may not care for them at all - and her perspective hit me.

Let’s think about the double standard in how romantic partners and friends are forgiven.

My favorite form of therapy - thrifting for clothes