Elizabeth Laura Nelson

The elephant in the room is my mental illness. Do my anxiety and depression make me unworthy of love?

Would you really rather not get older?

Is it possible that talking about your relationship less could actually be the key to making it better? Sometimes, stop talking and just let yourselves be.

Although research is clear we should not come to work sick, there’s still a stigma associated with admitting you’re too ill to go to work.

Sometimes you have to let go of your dreams. As the years go by, you come to the realization that who you are now is pretty much who you’ll be forever.

Clutter is a distraction, causing you to lose focus and get sidetracked, and it also signals your brain to feel that your work is never done.

My anxiety doesn’t mean I can’t be a good parent. In fact, it makes me a better one.

Honesty is supposed to be the cornerstone of a healthy relationship, and lying, an automatic dealbreaker. But should it be?

Being a parent isn’t everything.

As a person who writes about relationships for a living, I might be one of the people least in need of all this well-meaning advice, which usually amounts to clichés and can even veer into the territory of outright insults. What I need – what most of us need – is for people to hear me, and to trust me.