mental health

At the age of seven I started compulsively pulling out my eyelashes and eyebrows. I was later diagnosed with trichotillomania, a hair-pulling disorder.

Please stop gaslighting me. Stop telling me that my mental illness isn’t real.

These days, I can’t say I’m never hit with anxiety about an unexpected pain or a weird lump. But when fear creeps in, I stick to some helpful guidelines.

People can be courageous and hardworking and still not get better. Because that’s what it means to have an illness; it isn’t predictable or convenient.

In a moment when I couldn’t write myself, it was the writing of others that brought me back from the brink of my depressive episode.

The wonderful thing about knitting is that it combines mindfulness with mindlessness. You have to concentrate, sure, but you can easily lose yourself.

It’s both comforting and disturbing knowing that my experiences navigating as a non-binary person are not unique. This is non-binary invisibility.

This is not the person my husband married. We're all a little crazy. We're all trying. Tomorrow we will not be the people we are today.